Mar 07, 2004 19:38
The footprints,
Lead us back from where we came.
The Lust,
The Greed,
The dishonest relationships.
So wrapped up within ourselves,
Never looking up from the ground.
The footprints began somewhere?
Didn't they?
Follow them back,
But be sure not to walk with a heavy foot,
Nor spreak with a tongue of regret.
You'll eventually reach your well of despair,
And realize how long you've been falling down,
Your endless fate of ruin.
But open your eyes to the beauty,
And tend your ears to the truth.
For not long after,
You'll be starting anew.