Roads

[Verse 1] The savage paths flashed across my being once more, But they will never speak, nor tell where they pine. endlessly stretching through the jabbed of memories Searching for their own domain in the swaths of mind. [Verse 2] They will not reveal in whose eyes the storm is adorned, Nor inside whose existence the dawn is born. I simply keep walking forward, wearing the heat, the hawks read me, as the gusts turns into storm [expressive solo] These paths are completely unknown, yet that is where I must head, Right past the thick wall of haze, where a clean sky is spread. Keep moving forward, don't dare to stop or hide, the hawks are right there, drifting somewhere on the tide! [Verse 3] I Do not count the blisters tearing at the soles of my feet, The heat I wore like anguish—starts to melt? The storm doesn't care, where I land these mounting queries grinded by the heavy hand I am dealt. [Outro] I simply keep walking forward... Wearing nothing but the sun... When the brooding calm sprawls across... The hawks read the storm.