Our path
Never walked before
The road we take, hath
others trod afore
Yet we step on virgin ground
Each print\'s passage erased by waves of tears
The winds of time us surround
Through joy, sadness, or fears
Where we go
No one may lead or follow
What we suffer no man may know
And though these words be hollow
They are clear as glass
On this unmarked trail of women and men
We alone may pass
And this way never again