Tramp

His legs have grown weary n' weak A heavy baggage on his back Heavier still is the burden inside A bumpy road ahead, no one to guide No post to lower the weight awhile The sun is about to set, the sky hostile Desperately he tries to reach out to light Before the day completely wears out to night In this world, we are all tramps Sometimes wading through the swamps Often confused with the way unknown And our paths rugged and torn Expecting victory and defeat in turn With burden on our backs, we move on!