And thus she continued to travel. And thus she continued to travel.

Behind those silver linings, Hidden-Those grey shades... Behind those silver linings, Hidden-Those grey shades...

It is not that you were misguided, It's only that, You chose to misjudge. It is not that you were misguided, It's only that, You chose to misjudge.

A reflection of the hell I faced An outlet to let out a silent cry. A reflection of the hell I faced An outlet to let out a silent cry.

We travelled along, With caravan... We travelled along, With caravan...

The poem compares life to a travel diary. The poem compares life to a travel diary.