The road might just shout our stories,
But then it has no voices to spell…
Cross this road,
Like total strangers…
I will act like i don’t know you..
And you pass by,,
Like anonymous,,
The road may recognize both of us,
Because it has no heart,,
But then whom will it tell,
Let our story,
Be buried like an unprintable edition,,
Because no one will read it,,
Never will it be heard,,
The road might just shout our stories,
But then it has no voices to spell…
