ROLL ON


All is see is the empty track
Another long and winding dead end road
Fires have burned out on the side
What was a golden path is now overgrown

Feeling that he rocks could fall
Breaking what I see
Shifting with difficulty
The sun rise is over the hill
Gradually blinding me
Kill me romantically

Wasted land full of ashes
And trees that could stand no more
Adjacent to a forest and
The last hope climb
To make this land mine

Should be walking, feet bleeding
Shoulders caving in
If I was drinking from shallow
Waters I could win
But we roll on, scene changes again


10/12/98