I Must Go Alone

I am a weary wanderer,
On a lonesome and winding road,
I am a daily ponderer,
I bear a ponderous load.

My shoes are worn down to the soles,
My pants are rent with gaping holes,
But I still maintain my two feet,
And the earth as a temporal seat.

I have nothing to call my own,
All I possess, I do on loan,
All my possessions I shall shed,
Down to the last verse in my head.

And whether I'll taste victory,
Before I face my last defeat,
Is an unrecorded story,
But gain and loss I shall both meet.

I have a few more miles to go,
I have a few more thoughts to know,
And my destination to see,
When I arrive at destiny.
Shed no tears when I pass on by,
We must face the drought and the rain,
It is only torture to cry,
Perhaps our paths may join again.

Every road eventually ends,
As love passed far beyond my tred,
Each friendship leads to parting friends,
I must go alone to my bed