I walk on a winding road

Stumbling down on it

A lonesome path seldom strolled

I start to question it

 

Sky dyed red

Haunted by the light

Following in my gait

Fright blooming in the night

 

As I walked the winding road

Feet fell stride for stride

The wanderer teases

Of what will betide

 

No rain to cool me down

It is as hard as a rock

Burning my feet red

As I dream of a shock

 

I sigh and continue on the road

Which I have started to loath

The echo razes beneath

I will swing on my oath

 

And I walk on my winding road

The path made for me

The one standing alone

Wherever I am welcome, there I’ll be