The Road Ends Here

 

The road ends here, there's nothing to go onward for,
There's mud from the rain and blood from the war.
There are clouds in the sky and tears on my face
Which I've asked you not to wipe off and you've listened with grace.

I'll take them with me wherever I'll travel
Like a secret potion nobody will dare to unravel.

Wait for me, and meanwhile please gather all those words I've asked you for years to say,
I won't survive without you, but I'll leave anyway.