The Crooked Path
Walk the crooked mile, tread with care,Every step’s a snare,
a dare.The walls will shift, the night will call,But through the dark,
I’ll break it all.
The past is a ghost that won’t let go,Its fiery eyes,
they burn and glow.But I won’t bend,
I won’t retreat,I’ll carve my way through each defeat.
The path may twist, the walls may groan,But I’ll make this crooked way my
own.Through every crack, through every lie,I’ll rise again beneath the sky.