Wearily I wander deep rutted roads,
long and far behind lies an abandoned abode.
I travel through spring, where life start anew,
then onto summer with skies warm and blue.
Here I arrive, on autumns fresh day,
with all shades of gold to soothe my sorrows away.
Now my journey continues around the next
and with it comes winter my cold-hearted friend.
I follow the seasons as I tread my way,
with nowhere to go day after day.