The paths that beckon to lead
are the paths that make you bleed
to follow memories out of need
for deep inside they planted a seed
Within they tear, burn, and twist
agony and pain consume the fist
society\'s scribbles left upon the wrist
tears subside transformed as mist
One questions fate
scars left opened for it is to late
a pilgrimage through mortality\'s gate
internal darkness to consecrate
It\'s just a matter of time
looking for answers in an empty rhyme
yet grown cloudy and blind
tangled within the sewn webs of the mind
Within a strange new world I awake
the sound of innocence cast upon a lake
ripples turned inward forever the past they take
a soul\'s rebirth..a chance to remake
Beside a written stone I kneel
a chance to mend and finally heal
within the fading name eternity does seal
it is the return of hope that I feel