The Journey Long
Along the road I met a girl
Both lost a lot, both very lost
Both of us travel the world
The journey long and steep the cost.
I spoke of people, lost enemies, friends
She tried to help with a direction
I tried a bribe of when my life ends
But she I could almost never mention.
I trust to you for when I die
Of a stomach wound, stabbed with a sword
All my heart, and hope you don't cry
And lastly I'll give, my last word.