Along the road I lost my hope
And all who with me travelled.
Perhaps, indeed, I couldn´t cope
With all these truths unravelled:
That never you walk a road alone
Yet forever and always on your own.

I remember one, it was a girl
with silver-hair and eyes so green.
The locks around her head would swirl,
And deep into your heart she´d seen
Deamons, tears and sorrows abloom;
The door to salvation, and your doom.

I know she asked, the last she said:
”Why do you hide your sorrows so?
It fills your heart and plagues your head,
and never had you cause to go
into that vast and empty plane above,
When all you ever sought and seek was love.”

And she was wise, and I a fool
I asked why she did care for me,
when I am nothing but a simple tool,
Used by heaven and by her to be
alone no more; her guilts are none.
She looked at me and then was gone.

The next who came, a bitter man.
His teeth were bad, his body reeking.
He looked at me the way a vulture can
And asked what I was seeking,
along a road where only fools do go.
Well I´m a fool, so I should know.

I gave him this, a false reply
”Is this a road for fools to tread,
then you´re the king of fools like I.
Oh Lord, you might aswell be dead.
There might be things beyond to see,
but I have many reasons yet to be.”

It could have been that I was lying
and he would know it more than I.
He saw, there was no use in trying
and so he turned and spoke goodbye.
He knew my wounds will never mend
and´ll meet me where my road does end.

And down I sat, and so my friend
approached me with a tender smile.
He said: ”A good spot, here to mend
your wounds, to rest a while.
You know these sorrows never stay
And will find love along the way.”

”Is it so?” I asked him coldly.
”But you were never right before.
You´ve always stood so very boldly
And fed me with these lies and more.
And now I´m tired of you here.
You never shed for me one tear.”

”Why should I cry, for you?” He spoke.
”When you never took the chance to hear?
You never allowed that gentle stroke,
Of truth to guide your mind. To clear,
Those cobwebs from your aching brain
And let yourself be freed from rain.”

And was he right? I´ll never know.
He left me there like all the rest.
He left me there to lonely go
Along the road, the devious test
Of patience and of strength, and will.
I´ll walk untill my heart stands still.

Along the road I lost my hope
And all who with me travelled
Perhaps, indeed, I couldn´t cope
With all these truths unravelled
That never you walk a road alone
Yet forever and always on your own.