Mar 19

Narrow Path

Blood stains my face
Scars mark the places I have been
Fear is my companion
Love is my friend
Bricks are what I carry
Haste is what my feet wear
Thorns are what I walk on
Following a narrow path

Bare is my back
Bleeding in the sun
Torn are my feet
Walking on thorns
Heavy is the weight I carry
Hard is the road
Hard is the journey
Following the narrow road

I come to a split off of paths
One a wide path
The other narrow
The wide path is filled with glories
The narrow path is filled with agony
Which path shall I take

I take the narrow path
And all of my pains stay with me
Because little did you know
The wide path ends in death
The narrow path ends in life