Travelling down a dirty road

Covered with moss
And see the grey stones
Green as luscious fields in sight
dark moonlight night
When the past flashes by [bad word] down from heaven like a falling star
That you wish upon

Isn’t it a [bad word] 

To find a good friend? 
Isn’t it a [bad word] 
To have to defend? 
Isn’t it a [bad word] 
You have to take that chance to lend a hand
Well I’m travelling down a dirty road
Clearing up all that’s known

misty occurrence happens all the time

Around every corner a brighter day lies
Loads of mercy, beauty beholds
An eye for a partner as good, as good as gold
Green as luscious fields in sight
dark moonlight night
When the past flashes by [bad word] down from heaven like a falling star
That you wish upon