I know not what I do
Only the path that I follow
Is one of sorrow
The aching stones
The stagnate air that fills my lungs
The path I walk its long and narrow
I know not where it ends
Or when it began
The path I walk
It never ends
Or so it may seem that way for my eyes
The road never-ending filled with lies
The path of sadness that I follow
Seems to always lead to a pl
I know not what I do
Only the path that I follow
Is one of sorrow
The aching stones
The stagnate air that fills my lungs
The path I walk its long and narrow
I know not where it ends
Or when it began
The path I walk
It never ends
Or so it may seem that way for my eyes
The road never-ending filled with lies
The path of sadness that I follow
Seems to always lead to a pl