Pathway Of Broken Glass

Follow the trail of blood,From my feet,I left behind,On the pathway of broken glass.Broken glass everywhere I walk,In every direction I go.To the left, the right or straight on.Every step my blood flows.And I bleed,For you,For them.Wish I could leave,With you,And them.To be freeFrom glassFrom bloodFrom painAway from this pathwayThe pain I feel at every step I take.On the road you call life.Suppose it's some sort of debt I've made.To be paid by blood left behind.