She liked to walk the other path 

Through the underbrushes and fallen leaves, hidden from the eyes 

Where that path led one to, she did not know, she loved the journey, 

The destination, she cared less

And She liked to watch the other side

The side that is hidden from the watchful eyes, the side that keeps glowing  long after the light is gone

But then she was really like the rest, no different 

Just spent a long time on the other shore , with someone who had a different way, 

Someone who had looked at her and had followed her path …