Echoes on the Crooked Path
Walk the crooked mile beside,Where truth and terror intertwine.Through the dark,
the veils divide,And leave the lies we’ve walked behind.
The ground it shifts, the skies collide,A storm of grief I’ve held
inside.But even through the shattered air,I find my way; I know it’s there.
The crooked path is where we meet,Where fear
and courage finally speak.Through the echoes,
I make my stand,To leave this shadowed, broken land.