There was a girl
Turned 23 last year
Only a year ago
She knew something had to change
So she wracked her brain
Looked for an answer
Her river of hope ran dry
They all turned a blind eye
......
Tracks everywhere.
Paths made of thorns and mud.
One path, one man.
No one before, no one after will pass through it.
One path, one man.
That's the price.
Where to?
There was a girl
Turned 23 last year
Only a year ago
She knew something had to change
So she wracked her brain
Looked for an answer
Her river of hope ran dry
They all turned a blind eye
......
Tracks everywhere.
Paths made of thorns and mud.
One path, one man.
No one before, no one after will pass through it.
One path, one man.
That's the price.
Where to?