Been on this road before,
Cobbles of thirst and hunger,
Loose bonds desperately insecure;

The lone ranger make his home,
Wherever his burdens roam,
Tears and sorrow are his head rest;

His next meal is unsure,
So stops by a bread store,
Drinks in the sweet aroma;

He looks sadly at the moon,
Crickets joyfully chirp away,
And this ends another miserable day.