Haunting

It's a long ravaged road,
On which I walk.
The mud dug apart,
And homes taken away,
From brick and mortar.
On a deserted road.
I walk.

Don't know why?
But I keep walking.
On a road dwelled before.
They talk of a song,
Which played aloud.
To soothe the souls,
On the deserted road,
Where I walk.

The souls have moved.
The song has broken.
It makes no sense,
As the song still plays.
Though the record is broken.

Oh it pains to see,
The road this way.
I can't stop to wail.

"Wail if you want to
But don't stop walking. "
Says something to me.
Don't know what or who that is,
But has spoken to me.

There's the yellow window.
Once adorned,
with pink flowers.
The flowers burnt.
The sunshine now brown.
I wail with you, oh window,
But I got to keep moving
I can't stop walking.

My soul's tired.
Looking around.
There's no hand holding,
No eye smiling.

You could have taken me,
To where you went.
I needn't be walking,
On this road again.
Which glares my soul,
As I walk alone.

I have come afar,
To lose my way to those roads.
But the roads keep walking,
Like a ghost,
Haunting me down,
No matter where.