BygoneOn a bygone road...
In our reach, we are blind calling out the unknown
But alive are we, on a side of this rock we call home
The sun, tells its fate to us as we roam
And we go on till we fold back to where we're from.
But something is missing in our days, and we all know
Though its close, like a thought that comes and goes
And it beats in our hearts every trying to show
Now what we got to do is let it go.