The Road

it's funny remembering the time
that we look so happy holding our hands
while walking in the same road

but now we are just two people
walking in different road
trying to forget each other

i'm here walking slowly
hoping that you will run
back to me, to hold my hand once again

although i know that you won't
someday
when our road cross again

when we're at the same road
when it's ok to hold my hand
without feeling lost

without all the excuses
when you realize that
you are meant to walk this road with me