The Road walked alone
The road is cold, barren, dark
Devoid of everything warm and kind
Along this path I do trudge
Redemption is what I hope to find
Screaming memories I do bear
Torturous scenes that I have wrought
Their heavy weight tears my heart and soul
How can my conscience be truly fought
The others are obvious to my struggle
Immune to my cries of pain
As I stumble weakly down
Salvation's thin and rocky lane
This path must be walked alone
Its torments endure without repose
For you see the bitter truth is
This road, is the path I chose
