It's like walking through a lonely path...
Quiet...
Empty...
and everything's dim.
The end of the road is darkened.
Light at the end of the road there isn't
'Cause you don't know where the end is...
it's like bring on a splitting road...
Going back and forth is yet darken roads
I hope standing at this point...
two lamp posts,
like gardian angels...
will keep me lighted 'til the time to move...
'til I see some light at either paths...