These Footsteps

im following in the footsteps, same shape and size
continously walking down this street
of endless encounters leaving me mezmorized
hoping for more than defeat

it was a calm day i tell you
when things started to fall
raped and shattered, i fell through
the hole in my life's hall

im following in the footsteps, the one that is mine
continously tripping over my left foot
believing things are so devine
but never knowing that falling behind is all it took

i healed fully without a doubt
but it was long ago when paper took place of skin
when writing was the only way out
untill the end is where it once again begins

im following in the footsteps i call my own
continously walking down this path
towards memories i thought i long had thrown
a cycle of neverending wrath

it was windy now, when he found me
still broken after four years
beaten down this time, falling to my knees
as he took me in and bathed in my tears

fear has brought me back to this place
and here i will remain
untill i see a shining face
one who will keep me sane

but untill that day when i gaze upon
one who will sweep me away
i will follow my footsteps on and on
and dig a whole deeper to lay

but i no longer want to follow these prints
for they've only walked through hell
and left my life in black tints
when to depart this path, only time will tell