The Path

I'm on the path which has no end
all because I lost my friend
It's cold, dark and gray
with no chance of finding my way
I hate the thought of being alone
all I want is to go back home
There is no sound other than the sound of my feet
the sound of the stone on the path makes a lonely beat
I see their face my heart is torn
I stumble as I start to mourn
the chance of me finding the end is quite slim
my face blends in with the atmosphere everything is grim
My eyes fill up with tears
I'm done I\'ve been swallowed by my fears
I'm on the path which has no end
all because I lost my friend