On this road I travel
I kick the gravel
Hands deep in my coats pockets
My eyes moist with tears, flooding their sockets
It was a sad day to walk
In the sky above soared a hawk
And his cries a soft melody
That slowly comforted me
I don't know what did me in
Maybe it was the constant push to win
Even the trees glared at me now
As their old trunks sunk in, began to bow
My heart softly would quake
As my shoulders would quietly shake
I had given up my name
And pretended this had been a game
Oh foolish me!
How I couldn't see
It was my own fault that I walk here today
It wasn't right, for losers to stay