As the road gets dangerous,
begins to incline.
I realize my future,
starts to get tough.

I look to my past,
at what I called mine.
Reveals my lost love,
my gem in the rough.

My eyes blur with tears,
but I am not sad.
My head swells with fears,
I forgot what I had.

The roads are my home now,
in them I found new love.
Life as a vagabond:
pure as light;
white as a dove.