Let us think of a road far off our path,
where we could walk holding hands in full view
and not feel the hatred of other’s wrath
while the letters remain in my pocket too.
Love will be aflame along the grey road
and a subtle caress will become law.
On your back you will carry my full load
sensing the drive in me is purely raw.
The streets will be silent full of false hope,
while our fingertips travel each other’s skin.
If we walk away we will stop at the rope
reach the line that tells us we can never win.
Here is one last wanting thought for your ears
there never was a road filled with these fears.