The Return

Through the long nostalgic roads that made him go rewind,   

Through the dusty winds that sometimes made him blind...       

And through the routes that were left often forgone,

The midnight walker's walk is again on.

He has seen, on his silent walk, the bloody rain,

The crying eyes and those secret pain...

He has seen them going somewhere far,

And had seen some scariest scar.

Years have gone, though, and the people have changed,

The old comes back, but they never sensed...

And wen it happens, it happens to deceive,

They are left in awe, but never ready to believe.

The midnight walker who was there to stay,

Is back again with a different play...

Is back again with a stronger mind,

Is back to walk on the road he left behind.