Atonement:

Travel on solid, level ground has never been my cup of tea. To take the easy path, some how seems a lie to me. I wandered down a broken trail,every inch tooth and nail. I grew accustomed to the pain, among jagged rocks and pelting rain. From the tallest peak, I ever climb, weary eyed about this time, I gazed upon a blood soaked trail. Curiously, I observed this gruesome seen. It's path cut across mountains, deserts, oceans, and streams. Then to the very base of the peak from which I stood, a little shocked and quite disturbed. I followed it on, upward through the undergrowth, to my own blood stained knees, realizing then this trail was mine, from my knees I did climb.