The path I walk
Is not new
Can be found on no map
Signposts are there none
The path I walk
Is of fresh fresh grass
Grass of blood red
The path I walk
Is an old path
As we join it
Our many footfalls
Makes wide the path
Where often we have walked
Throughout time, walked
The path I walk
Has been brought
In times of old
with blood, fresh blood
the blood of many
The path I walk
Is a proud path
You see.
It has been tested by time
The path I walk
I walk in pride
The path I walk
Is the olde path
(dedicates to those who died for the path)
Blessed Be
Tony
Raven Phoenix
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