You can't spell fall without 'all'
Monday, January 25, 2010
10:15 PM
As we march to our graves,
we leave footsteps on the dirt that we tread on.
If you leave a print deep enough, it just might
just overcome the test of time.
So we shake off the tears from our eyes,
and mend the holes on our boots,
we grit our teeth and continue down
the road of infinite paths.
We'll separate and forge ahead.
Some fall and never get up,
while some lose their way and their minds.
But as far as the darkness ensues,
walk straight and never sway,
and we'll meet again when our paths become one,
for the final time.
