Manmade concrete paths
Such an eyesore in nature...

I walk down the river, where we used to go
We'd sit on those rocks and watch water flow...

I'm reading your mind
Although I won't turn the page...

Sometimes we look far too deep
Or choosing paths that are too steep...

We were once just two seeds
Within the same ground...

Sometimes when you're lost
It's not about direction...

I've lived a life of hurt and pain
That I don't want to live again...

He started off low
But his ambitions were high...

A cup of tea is easy to make
A couple of minutes is all that it takes...

The loneliness with
A single candle burning...

Do you ever wonder
Or maybe suppose...

I stand on the jetty end
As I watch, you transcend...