ON THE ROAD

I probably won't find out the bliss,
at least I'm walking through the truth.
I'd be standing at the peak, you'd notice.
If not, assume that I faded away,on the road.

Satisfaction, trust me, I had that,
whenever I discovered a new light.
Isn't the truth the freedom?
Falsification, it's entirely beyond that;
open up your soul and you'll find.
Indeed, the truth is the freedom.
I'll embrace these two,on the road.

And I'd be gone,
won't be coming back to the home,
the path is too long
through which I'm walking alone.
It may take a lifetime,on the road,
I'd be searching for the light,
I may not be there in time,
I'd be roaming, be crashing,
I'd be losing
and everything, on the road.
I liked it
when they said
she'll be always
homesick for places
that aren't her home,
and I'd be gone.

You don't seem to remember,it's obvious,
remember how your soul at the beginning of time was precious.
Won't you be truthful to it?Your soul?
How can you deny truth?
Remember I said I won't probably find out the bliss?Does it mean I'd be feeling ruth?
You misinterpreted, as the bliss is sure to come,on true road.