The road back to you is full of thorns every step is a pierce through my skin soles bleed from the sharp edges of my agony wounds that time hasn't healed yet and its pus cry out 'for how long?'
The road back to you is full of thorns and I am still made of eggshells crushed each time i roll back in which is why this road is a road that i should travel back no more
The road back to you is full of thorns but it calls me even with memories i no longer welcome my footsteps can lead to many other roads but your arrow is a test of how much I've recovered and so I go...
The road back to you is full of thorns* but i know one day the thorns will hurt me no more and your familiar signs could lure me no more.. with my new compass, thanks but, No thanks!
No longer barefoot, no longer on foot [Recalculating... Turn right] a road that my GPS system won't even recognize because the road back to you is full of thorns