Rain thunders down against the muddy road, temperature growing increasingly cold,
Walking down this road, a lone shadow embraces the weathers fury, so bold,
The shadow, though wet and cold, walks alone, faces pass it by, invisible to him,
Rain falls harder, and vision is blurred, the only sound, the rains beautiful hymn,
Invisible to all whom pace by, the shadow walks, soaking wet, the shadow walks alone,
Who would walk on a night of such sorrow, the threads of fate already sown,
A decision made, a promise broke, the shadow deserves this lonely walk,
Perhaps he looks for a friend, or maybe only someone with whom to talk,
Chilled to the core, his walk becomes worse, nature cares not of anyone,
He still walks, where he came from is unknown, and why he walks is known by none,
To this man the road is hard, he wants to stop, to simply give up, it's not worth this,
Stumbling, cold, his body becomes numb, it is becoming more impossible than it is,
He stops and looks at the blackened sky, the rain causing pain on his frozen face,
If he stops now, he could be free, he would be gone from this world, with no trace,
The man smiles, that would be too easy, to quit, to give up and die, and not even ask why,
He hastens his stride, though hard it may be, it must be done, to go on, to live life, to try,
Life is too precious of a thing, why stop now, the road has just begun, he can't stop yet,
No matter what obstacles block his path, he wont die like others on this road, he is set,
That shadow is me, though alone, I walk down the road of life, hard as it may be,
It must be done by everyone...
