Way

Whistling winds sang along

And I walked my way

On the roads lonely and long

“If you’re not weak”

I heard him say

“You can’t be strong”

I searched for the place

Where I belong

So many eyes, words

Waving hands and

Hard goodbyes

Still waters, silent hills

Naked skies and snakes on road

Whatever I see, wherever I go

Every drop of sweat lets me know

There is no end, there is no hope

“Keep going, mate,

There’s everything and nothing

You got to lose.“