I walk the broken path-
the sidewalk of life.
I walk and sleep,
and sometimes weep.

Though I feel that I'm alone,
from the path I dare not go.
At times my path will cross another,
then I'll even start to wonder
Was that greeting even real?
do they know how I feel?

Everyone's path is their own.
What's upon it no one knows
when I reach my journeys end,
I'll feel the power of the paths great bend.