A somber stroll through parks delight, br Taking notice of natures landscape, br Ducks of summer, prepare winters arrival, br As I stroll, I ponder the lonesome walk... br br Reflection of things today and futures hold, br reminiscent of ones lonely walk of yesterday, br A sadden heart......by deceptions hurt br of a simple plan not comprehend. br br As his lonely walk commence with step, br Simple truths he would voice unaccepted, br Continually dealing with the murmur and complacency br of blinding eyes that just would not see... br br He who had all placed in palm of hand, br Was seen in company of known harlot, br The well to do would scorn such action, br yet his heart filled a much greater need. br br Imagine The simple plan of his love, br continually they pick and tare apart.. br yet the simple truth of love he shares br is a path of chose not of demand..... br br Reflecting upon his lonesome walk, br and the continual rejection of his voice..