I met a traveller on the road.....................Chin in hand, a heavy load..........He sat before me on a grave....A man in though of the brave.......................... And slowly passing, by his side, I felt him crying for those who died...................And looking down I saw a name, Him,  my father was his name...............Stepping on a crooked stye, I overlooked the bluest sky...............Old men travel, down the roads.........Each burden him, to each his load!

Sorry......end of story                                                                                                                                                                                   Fight for love..............Die for glory                                                                                                                                                                                             A man can't live                                                                                                                                                                                     The way he chooses                                                                                                                                                                                                          Any choice he makes........                                                                                                                                                                 He loses                                                                                                                                                                                                                   And, if the choices bring him down                                                                                                                                                                     In clearest air, he will drown                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      So it is, so let it be                                                                                                                                                                                Choose you fate and set me free............

I met a traveller on the road,                                                                                                                                                     Chin in hand............a heavy load........                                                                                                                                     He sat before me.........on a grave                                                                                                                                             A man in thoughtful......of the brave!                                                                                                                                                  And slowly passing, by his side                                                                                                                                               I felt him crying, for those who died                                                                                                                                       And looking down. I saw his name                                                                                                                                                   Him, my father, was his name                                                                                                                                                           Stepping on, a crocked stye.......                                                                                                                                                                                 I overlooked the bluest sky............                                                                                                                                         Auld men travel down the roads                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Each burden him..............A heavy load.