A search. . ..A vision

The road went on and on,
Dusk on the way wear we land.
Once far ahead we had gone,
End for them while I still can.
\If I can't be as good as the want,
I'll be as bad as to haunt.
\For they found new partners for the way,
Leaving me behind, burned up in hay.
\I've left those streets,
I've left that place.
And a new pain is born,
To take its way.
\Going deeper into my heart,
Every time night and day.
\And if at least eternity is
For what it'll last. . .
I cannot say.