Walking down a crowded street
Friends can suddenly appear
Bustling on their happy feet
Telling you that they're just near
Walking down an empty street
Makes you wonder if you're lost
When you find no one to greet
You're like walking in a frost
Walking down the streets of life
On which roadway will you be?
That of glory or of strife?
Or on path where you'd be free?
Walking down that august hall
Taking one of road to where?
Is there pride as you recall?
How the heck you did get there?
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