Footprints in the snow;
snapshots of your past...
Thunder rolls through the air
ferrying a heavy darkness...
A drop from gushing finger,
the one you pull the trigger...
When will the human race
Absorb the lessons of the past and...
Once when I was a child
I thought that dreams came true...
She quietly returned once more
Record her dreams in stanza's four...
Old mountain roads
Made of dirt and clay...
You can still travel
Moving forwards in reverse...
The climb might feel hard
Until you realize the...
One of my favourite toy when I was young,
Was a wind-up little drummer boy...
I am the fear that you created,
Caused simply by your acts...
Come to your true self
to defend truth and justice...