The lonely road is calling me. It promised sanctuary from my sweet
memories. I don't know where I'm going only where I've been. Are you
really lost, if you have no where to go?
The lonely road is calling me. Its pathways are worn, torn, and in decay.
What deed can I do? What can I say, to make this pain fade away.
The lonely road is calling me. Eternally lost, the signs help none. They
point only to false promise and abandoned hope. It try to pay no heed to
the sentinels. They have lost their allure.
The lonely road is calling me. My feet are fire leaping at each step. The
end must be around the bend. . . . . It has to be.
The lonely road is calling me. I don't know how much longer I can stand
the endless roads, with no repose. Will this journey ever end?
The lonely road is calling me. A porcelain doll sits by the wayside. Its
delicate face is cracked; marred beauty abandoned after imperfection. I
take it with me. We're like kindred spirits after all. Perhaps some child
will take it in? . . .I doubt it. Who would want a broken toy?
The lonely road is calling me. Its getting dark. The moon overthrows the
sun, cutting off life giving light. Does it know what it has done? The
road to hell was paved with good intentions. At least, I know what I'm
The lonely road is calling me. I'm at the journey's end. Even though the
road goes on, I cannot begin again. A redheaded demon has stolen my dreams.
Delicate pieces are flying in the breeze; my reason for living tearing at
the seams. I'm sorry dear Akane. I couldn't go any further. Someday
you'll understand, someday you'll see. I had no choice. The lonely road
was calling me.