Footprints of the Unknown
Footprints of the unknown
Colored, Colored gold
May our kings survive
To be, Be alive
And the ocean calls to man
Its a sudden, Sudden death
Let the culture be in sync
Practice, Practice till it sinks
Where loners walk together
Let the word, Word shatter
And the Earth calls to you
Tragic, Tragic but its true
Copyright © Esther Maccarthy | Year Posted 2018
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