Will i shadow the footprints in the sand
Or will i break the bonds that hold me back
Digging for truth, with now bloody hands
Do i have the ability to be blind, and yet see the end
My feet are chainned and they follow the track
From test to test i break my back
I have to rewrite the past and erase my scars
and break open this window filled with bars
Despite all i no, can i break the mold
or will i be like men of old
Can i deny the path set before me by a man who tried
who said with everything i gave to you a piece of me died
Its now my choice to grab the wheel, or go along for th ride
To stand and fight, or run and hide
What ever i do i have to do it now
Because those footprints in the sand
go down the doorway to hell