Walking past the destination...

Where am I going, past my destination in life,it was staring n screaming in my ear n yet..

Walking down the road of my life...

I've walked past my stop..

Long ago, I did..

When I didn't know where I was going,

I took no steps

But nor did I fight the wind

It swept me away

Now I'm homeless roaming away

Not to my Heart's content

But to my calves'

Coz I'll never find my home



I can go back..

But the scars are too deep

They may start to weep

And hearts' ain't pure

As they used to be

And the stakes are higher

Coz more lives are on the way...