The Broken Path

You breathe it in
And your lungs begin to burn
Acrid smoke
Descends upon your world
Oppressive thoughts
Fill your senses
All is quiet
You breathe it out
And the tide it has to turn

As your eyes
Begin to spin and take
In this new place
Nothing is as it seems
Broken paths
Lead to broken homes
I canít replace
What you have stole

You canít erase what happened here
You canít erase what happened here
The memory stays ingrained in us
You canít erase what happened here