I walk the road alone,
The ground of hard hard stone.
With each impact of my foot
Ever so painful to boot.
Why? Why do I have to bare
In steps, under glare?
What? What have I done
To deserve all this?
Am I not like you and they,
Marching ever deeper into the fray
Do I not sweat the blood
That flows within your veins too?
As I trudged on, weary and spent,
Thinking of all the sadness I've met.
To think that Fate would deal
So Heavy A Blow,
To me, alone,
On the road of hard hard stone.
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