The Lone Treader

Can't make a head or tail outta life,
Can't understand anything except strife,
I'm a madman of a mad mind,
No one walks my front or behind,
Someone squeeze my hand tight,
Someone make me worth my fight,
No one walks my planet except me,
For none shall see the sufferings I see,

Life's a pungent-rose they said,
'Coz they ne'er touch'd the thorns that bled,
The devil never sinned for them to prove,
He never touched their minds to make 'em move,
Rip me chest apart to be revealed,
The pains that lay in there and had appealed,
Roads are made of tar and not fire,
Mine was never mine to aspire,
No one walks my planet except me,
For none shall suffer the anguish to be,

Skies grow dark when comes my bad day,
Folks knew nothing better than to betray,
Why did God choose me for the world's loads,
Why did he make my world empty of roads,
My final destination's nowhere to be seen,
My imagination died in all that I've been,
There's nothing left for me to feel,
There's no wound left for me to heal,
No one walks my planet except for me,
For none shall have the strength to hear my plea,