Path
She walks down the path
Alone like always
Down and down she goes
The path is getting difficult
Thicker and thicker grow the vines
The air is crisp
Leaf-less trees
Branches thin and sharp
Cut at her arms and legs
But on and on she walks
There's no turning back
Alone like always
Down and down she goes
The path is getting difficult
Thicker and thicker grow the vines
The air is crisp
Leaf-less trees
Branches thin and sharp
Cut at her arms and legs
But on and on she walks
There's no turning back