The streets are clean around this time.
I sit there, brick cold, under the moonlight sky.
My head lays back, only to see,
A reason to stay, A reason to be.
This feeling trembles around my legs.
But he gives me hope, he gives me strength.
This lonely road yet untaken,
And I will walk this time, not forsaken.
Finally, It�s time to prove to him,
That I�m suddenly making footprints behind his.
