Walking

I walked this road for a long time.
She came, said to leave that darkness you carry.
I said I couldn't help it, can't get rid of this shadow.
She cried, those tears became rain and still I walked this old road.
Youth passing me by with scorn lovers in tow.
What I carry with me, does anyone know?

Old links dragged on my callous heels, confusion of what was real.
New days beyond the stone horizon, maybe then I can rest.

I will walk on, trying to find my own place. A life somewhere found.
I will walk on, trying to find my own place. A life somewhere found.

Whispers in my ear from long dead dreams, trying to call be back.
I won't, I see what it all seems.
Tattered cloth on my skin, a new patchwork of time.
Years by days stitching the dark lines of my eyes.
I grit my teeth to walk these miles, don't no one bleed as much as I have.

Old links dragged on my callous heels, confusion of what was real.
New days beyond the stone horizon, maybe then I can rest,

I will walk on, trying to find my own place. A life somewhere found.
I will walk on, trying to find my own place. A life somewhere found.

I'm old, too young in years. Callous 'round this heart and history on my face.
Follow this road with me if you can.
And if you can find an answer you need, you don't need to be following me...

I will walk on, trying to find my own place. A life somewhere found.
(Where may that be?)
I will walk on, trying to find my own place. A life somewhere found.
(No where in sight)
I will walk on...walk on...walk on...