You're walking in my footsteps <br />From the tracks <br />That I have left. <br />You're walking in my footsteps <br />For now you see <br />My regrets. <br />For now you walk <br />With a limp <br />From your burdens <br />Your back is bent. <br />And you're walking in my footsteps <br />For now I see <br />That you're upset <br />You're walking the road <br />That I've walked before <br />The one I swore <br />I'd walk no more. <br /> <br />And you're walking in my footsteps <br />For now you see <br />The tracks I left <br />You're walking it so fast <br />Just like a run <br />Leaving the mud prints <br />Under the sun <br />That dries up <br />and turns to dirt <br />Which blows away <br />But stays the hurt. <br /> <br />And you're walking in my footsteps <br />From your burdens <br />That I have kept <br />I see the blood <br />That I have shed <br />Mixed with yours <br />Though it still is red. <br /> <br />And you're walking in my footsteps <br />For the footsteps now, are the same <br />With the same depth <br />From the same tears <br />From the same old troubles <br />From the same old fears. <br />And you're walking in your footsteps <br />For mine are gone <br />And yours are here. <br /> <br /> <br />Randy L. McClave<br /><br />Randy McClave<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-in-my-footsteps/
