Anasyil

Living in Solitude

Forever, I walk alone on the same path

where there is no sight of my real home.

Barefoot on heated black stones filled with wrath;

burns are painful, I continued to roam.

I do not see any building nor tree.

Just a deserted road where my tears fall.

I want happiness, but I must agree

living in solitude becomes my call.

If I was to stop, I may burn to death.

If I turn back, there is nothing but ash.

My kingdom is destroyed, taking my breath;

Have no choice but to move on in a flash.

So here I am, walking an endless road.

I hope to finally see a crossroad.