• The path of love is bumpy with twists and turns.
    The long stretch of road where passion and anger lies.
    No one knows where it leads,
    And yet we do.
    It leads to many people who will be a part of your heart forever more,
    It can bring you to the love of your life,
    It can do these magical things because of our curiousity,
    We want to see the sights along the way,
    Love the ones we are destant to and like the ones we aren't.
    For it is a new dawn when travellers come anew,
    For it is an old folklore of who you will meet next.
    It is the road that guides us all to our final destination.
    It is the journey we all take part in,
    It is the air we breathe,
    The water we drink,
    An the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
    Some of us will not make it to the end of the road,
    Some get there just to wait for another,
    Some get there holding the hand of their destiny.
    It is a journey we take our whole lives,
    A journey to await after death.
    So why have I not started the journey yet?
    Why do I lay down every night,
    Loveless?