A narrow road of melancholy

I want someone on whose arms I rest
And share all the griefs and sorrows
A man just like a god father
On whose arms I feel myself safe.

But then I have grown up, I know
For someone is wanting to rest
On my arms in same manner
And so I know I have to manage myself.

The road I travel now is narrow
Filled with grief and  sorrow
Where I am alone and find all
I know treat now me as stranger.

How long I should travel alone
And spent my melancholy hours.
Will it brighten my day after passing
This narrow road or just learn
How to tackle with it every time
As it comes nearby in my life.