Different One

Follwing the untrod path.
I look back, lonely and sad.

This path is paved,
With tears and blood.

This path was once,
The often tred.

But now is ripped,
And torn with rage.

I'll do my best,
To heal this path.

With my slowly step,
I'll cry and be beaten.

But, at once I'll stand.
I'll beat the opressors.

I'll show them good,
If I can stand the hating glares...