Lonely is the road without a friend to walk
But here I am alone and want a talk
Hope to see an old folk
A companion that my heart knows

Long hour had past, still nothing old I knew
My eyes are weary of an endless view
My feet keep moving forward though
Hope to see an old folk

I lost them all a long time ago
Because my silence hurt them so
Now I feel the deafening muteness
That I enjoy so much, so I vanish

Silence seems innocent but lethal
Speak your love to a friend is vital
Words in poem or a song are avenues
Of love and friendship to keep new