I walk the broken path- the sidewalk of life. I walk and sleep, and sometimes weep.
Though I feel that I'm alone, from the path I dare not go. At times my path will cross another, then I'll even start to wonder Was that greeting even real? do they know how I feel?
Everyone's path is their own. What's upon it no one knows when I reach my journeys end, I'll feel the power of the paths great bend.