Footsteps
Footsteps
Footsteps behind you
Walk a little faster
This I’m giving to
My powerful master
Whenever you step up
There always disaster
Footsteps behind you
Walk a little faster
Your soul is burning within your mind
Clock is turning don’t fall behind
The world succumbing soon will die
Your wings are growing now you can fly
Forgiveness yearning for your cry
Dreams turning I must be high
Look in the mirror and multiply
My fear is earning its life supply
Copyright © William Curlee | Year Posted 2015
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