I hear footsteps, coming up the stairs I turn around but no one there I hear footsteps coming up the stairs I turn around but no one there I hear footsteps
To many reasons, I have stated The path divides, I have to decide A new life. A new way to stride. Trees that have seen many ages I hear them speak to
I raise instead of sinking, I use my head for thinking I'm leaving opponents all dead and stinking I kick game, I got more than a small rap I drop facts
I have risen beyond what I used to be I have fought hard to gain what I lacked But I stil hear the footsteps Of my failures on my heels And everything I
Do not believe the fading footsteps In this winter`s snow. Hear the thunder coming down Dreams of forbidden lands, where I do drown Here at the hilltop, proud I
quiet scene, our footsteps wither and everything seems to fall apart while we are moving on. in this quiet scene it?s in our hands if the footsteps get
