like my father before me, i consider a past i can't understand as i grasp at a moment that slips through my hands and i stumble toward a future concealed in a haze half faith and half fear and my innocent vision's no longer so clear
i walk on
now i don't know where the days go, they turn into weeks they turn into years summers turn into christmas and they all disappear and children turn from their childlike trust as their laughter is turned into tears still they listen for the voices that we all used to hear
they walk on
from the flash of conception to the flowers on the grave from the joy of a birth to the coming of age from the freedom of the schoolyard to the man at his work from the safety of a mother's arms to the ends of the earth we walk on
we walk on through the darkness we walk on toward the light through the confusion and illusion through the floods and the fire we walk back to the future walk away from the flame we walk back to the beginning where we're given a new name we walk on
we walk on
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