This is my road.
With people busy on board
And wishes flying abroad
Sitting on cloud.
This is my road.
Where barriers are rowed.
Several humps
And the rocks getting on the way.
This is my road.
Empty without light
And dangerous when bright.
Especially when the sun rise.
This is my road.
Where there's one end
On every bend
And only way out.
This road is my road.
And I'm going back
To the road which is my road.