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
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
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
