Trail of Tears
I walk a path so hard and rough
With nothing close to protection from its hardships
Walking across this harsh and punishing ground
This unhappy road
The rocks digging away at my very flesh
They laugh at my futile attempts as I listen to their crackles shift upon the Earth's surface
I bleed leaving a trail of
Nothing, not even so much a speck of pride courses throughout my veins
I cry out in pain as I trip bearing rocks and glass shards deep withing
Begging for help but recieving none
I get up and continue this path
There's a fork in the road
Yet I refuse to deviate from the path and continue along the straightest
The road behind disappears
I feel a rush as the ground beneath me falls into oblivion
Tired and out of breath after running from myself
My tears flow freely as they begin to hit the disappointed ground
Then it all becomes clear as I behind me at the nothingness
As long as my past controls me
My path to my future may disappear
And you'll always see my trail of tears
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