Because the road we’ve been through is not the same
But always stops by in the same place
Where we feel alone, scared and asking
Is this life really a gift or a test ?
We may record in mind while passing the road
How blue the sky and the ocean ever colored
The night ever darkened us with its restless
And the greeny woods that cheer our eyes
Won’t be sure of course that we will find reasons
To really know ourselves
Life is not just the roads we can walk away
Once is a waiting time, unlike in a station or bus halt
Here no crowds stop for a second nor tears figure a song
The rain falls does not always mean a blessing
Sometime it gives us a bad weather, cold and sleeping
Then when we wake up in the morning, we feel missing