A
ann a
Guest
Every step I made
seemed to talk,
like crushed leaves
beneath my feet.
Howling trees
that waved,
wanting my footprints
to be swayed.
But I'm walking,
I will walk still,
through your twisted
path and bitter pill.
seemed to talk,
like crushed leaves
beneath my feet.
Howling trees
that waved,
wanting my footprints
to be swayed.
But I'm walking,
I will walk still,
through your twisted
path and bitter pill.