Following the sounds of footsteps once heard.
Uncertainty, my everlasting guide.
My path which many have traveled...
Am i allready destined to fail?
Guilt laden hands contruct our confessions,
Purging our souls from captivity's reign.
A gateway to enlightenment,
An offering of the blood that flows inside these veins.
The sands of time shall not cover these wounds,
Just as the memories will never fade away.