Along the road he came,
A winding road,
wind and rain.
A Traveler,
. . . no name.
Valleys low,
mountains steep,
On he trudged,
he did not sleep.
A rocky path,
a narrow way,
Where he would go?
He could not say.
Days of blazing sun.
Nights, . . . icy cold.
A voice he heard inside:
'Be...