• I roam this empty trail for nights.
    I rest in the shade as the sun reaches the skies peak.
    I roam again on this black trail.
    Until it turns silver,
    Then I have someone beside me.
    I hope that this road keeps going...
    with this person...
    holding my hand tightly...
    i'm scared...
    on the side of this silver trail...
    theres creatures that wish to take him away...
    i smile and hold his hand tighter...
    this way...
    he knows i don't want them to take him...
    he knows...
    he knows...
    i'm scared...