The further down this path I get
The more lonesome I feel
Friends begin to get stripped away
Slipping through cracks in our lives
Family is dwindling
Either departed or moved away
My body even turns on itself
Breaking down healing slowly
To find space in this world some turn to jobs
But even those are few and far between
Though the road is lined with beautiful flowers
The concrete I walk on is cold hard
In my mind I do take refuge
But imagination can only get you so far