Crimson Trail

Written in 1994
Bandaged, bloody feet – where have we been?
What path did you lead me down,
Why do you hurt me so?
Where did we go?

Bandaged, bloody feet,
The course grows long.
How did the course go wrong?
Where have we been?

Bandaged, bloody feet.
Why, oh why, have you led me astray?
Carry me, support me,
Show me the way.

Bandaged, bloody feet.
The cuts are deep,
Crimson trail that makes me weep.
Why have we taken this path?

Bandaged, bloody feet
We now must heal.
For it is the heart that feels,
And in the soul do we choose which way to go.

 
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