Sunset
There's a path I know,
Through forestry and corn-row,
Everyday on this path I go,
I'm yet to reach the ending though,
I've been walking since I can't
recall,
Upon this path of dirt and tree,
I sometimes sleep to a chiming lull,
But from where birds sing I
cannot see,
The sun would climb, shine and
rise,
Through forestry and corn-row,
Daylight would melt away my
surmise,
I would always wonder:
Wherever does it go?
There's a road beside my hidden
way,
Though I cannot say I've heard its
rumble,
That road sheds the light of day,
My dirt path is much more
humble,
And when the sun rose,
Through forestries and corn-
rows,
The light would play near
daylight's close,
I would always wonder:
Wherever does it go?
The light would play near
daylight's close,
I would always wonder:
Wherever does it go?