• He stretches himself to match the trail, through all the hardships that fallow there
    And as I walk on him, he still hangs around, I kick at him, walk by him,
    yet he still hangs around, for every night when my lights are on, my tears run wild
    he catches them with his light embrace, to pick my up and listen to my fate.
    He listens and never leaves hes there to see me through although the next day I'll
    do the same. He will become nothing but a shadow, fallowing close, and watching.
    I look around with no one here, I sit alone with my one true friend.