The long road

 

 The long road by Boyi Genesis 

I  am a thousand miles away from my home 

In a gruesome reality I have to call abode 

Spikes and the sound of up up up sends shivers down ones throat  

Sadness is now food and strife the snack

The tall bitter trees angrily snap me back on the long endless road laced with worries but whoever follows another road otherwise called monkey road it would be better for him if he had made one of this little ones to sin

This same road I dread I must thread to be great while you sleep I can only lean and wait for the whistles dreadful grasp am sick Doctor is miles away Mr sick would probably quit on the way

 Lord grant me strength to command victory.