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Pathway Of Broken Glass (Officium Triste)

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 free From glass From blood From pain Away from this pathway The 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.