Walking on broken glass

Wavered faith and darkened past
Makes me walk on broken glass
It is by choice, it's how I voice
Some right actions for some wrong past

It all started with one wrong move
One lesson less learned in school
One path easy, one way hard
One called to me, other seemed far

I chose the familiar, saw known faces
It doesn't take time, time it erases
All the faith I seemingly had
Now, how much can I understand

Broken vows and forgotten pledge
Brings me closer to the edge
Just when I'm about to fall
I seem to have a good recall

The path now seems to fade away
T'was only one from which I swayed
The broken bottles on the way
Must walk back, with brittle pace,

The path untrodden may not be wrong
If only the little voice had been strong,
But now as all is said and done
The voice be heeded and things undone

A difficult tread back to the start,
But now I will not lose heart,
The demons shall be put to rest,
And the weight be lifted off my chest!