I have but my footsteps for company,
Echoing through the empty hallways;
And yet, ever living inside of me,
That stranger, who shadows me
Always
I have but my footsteps for company,
Echoing through the empty hallways;
And yet, ever living inside of me,
That stranger, who shadows me
Always
Tis the shadow of many cupped hands held to guard the flame of your creative soul. Wherever you are may it burn with steady truth and full-fill all need.