#PathsWalked

The house is still, home empty and gone
I leave it behind, as this old heart rolls on
As I search for a mortal to be by my side
Across miles of empty, lost on the inside

The old picket gate, closed one last time
Deep red sunset, as I set off to find.
Days, weeks and years grow into one
These miles of empty, have left me gone

Ain't no long dusty road, I ain't walked
With a rips in my shirt, holes in my shoes.
Old canvas rucksack, an old woven bag
With miles of empty...