I am walking on the road with the burdens and the load;
Where no one can spare neither one can share;
My joy and my griefs;
My lies and my beneath;
Where everyone gets the score;
On his deeds and more;
And gets his rewards for all his even and odds.
From there
If i look back i see many scattered tracks;
My past chapters of life and stories which I’ve survived;
Are all ready to be ready before i sleep to death;
And nothing of this sort I’ll see since, there won’t be any long road or me.