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.