Walking down a new road, my eyes; a gyroscope. Looking around smiling happily, a good day, I hope. Walking down the same road relishing all that pass, my eyes; a sponge I pray that it will last. Walking on the same road I see a beautiful fawn, in silence I gaze upon, the game in which she has won. Walking the same road slowly I stalk, the lighthouse turns, my face to chalk. Walking the same road at her eyes, I smile, to my joy it returns making all my time worthwhile. Walking the same roada new leaf turns, the lighthouse turns away, still my heart yearns. No longer the same road I scream; I yell more, I want more but only time will tell. No longer the same road swifter than wind, I pursue after her believing it not to be a sin. No longer the same road, the lighthouse glares. My deeds revealed, in my heart does tear. Walking the same road, fear no longer in my eyes. I say goodbye still, all I want to do is lie. I walked that same road only joy there was sowed. It’s raining at the lighthouse, walking on a new road.