Slop along down the dreary road,
Rain burns against my weary skin,
The cold wind exhales it's ice,
And the clouds above roll over light.

The mud beneath me slips and slides,
On the boots I'm in, collects on the sides.
Tracks of wagons and people puddles in,
Like even the rain cuddles for warmth.

The path is skewed and twisted,
Broken by time and the elements,
My destination is unknown to me,
All I know is I'm following my destiny.