The road is too lonely
for this silly town girl.
The road is too dangerous
for this hidden fine pearl.
She has boiling blood
and some vivid dreams
but she has no one,
from most eyes she's unseen.
For the past few years
she wakes up to survive
all by her own
surrounded by lies.
But she breathes and takes courage
to embrace each new day
and in a trance she keeps walking
to the rhythm of lay lady lay.
Nomadic crature,
no home, no men.
Wanderer enchanter,
for how long this life will she stand?
Deep down her core
she wishes to have
a stable surrounding
that more than a heartbeat could last.
So tonight as she risks her light
walking through the road
she repeats to the stars her desire,
not to be forever so alone.