For...

In the rain, the road glows.

The sunset starts to fade,

And all I see is black and white.

Piercing the sky like lightning in the night.

Would you believe it if I told you,

That most days I can’t see you?

Cause when I look directly at you,

I find my eyes in the pools of yours.

Forever fleeting are my thoughts, but

Why would the frost come to die?

The Sun will shine once again,

But I will go on to find my life.

Where would you go on your deathbed?

To the mountains? Or down the rivers?

Following wherever the path leads?

Or pressing on your own towards the horizon.