Footprints in the January Snow

Her footsteps sauntered on, like an old soul song sung by some heartbroken lover a long long time ago. And like its haunting melody, I hold on to the fading memory like footprints in the January snow. Oh, and I don't know where they go, so I can't follow.

My thoughts float on the wind to places I've probably never been, but I've got my feet planted firmly in this ground. Oh, I taste the rain as it falls down, and I can't follow.

The truth is, you deserve a good man. Trouble is I haven't been a good man in a very long time, but I wouldn't mind giving it a try.

Sometimes Running From Your Mistakes Only Makes You Tired

I have a policy: I never stick around. But no one's following. I'm always rolling across the ground. No moss at all on me. Like a polished stone you found. I guess I'm all I'd ever need. Sometimes running from your mistakes only makes you tired, and you finally slow down to find out you're all alone. I'm tired of being this stone. I'm learning to embrace it when I fail, and I haven't even got that part right yet, but I will one day. And when that day comes I can look at all the non-believers and pretenders and I won't say I told you so. I'll say I know who you are and where you've been, and it doesn't always have to be that way. Uncertainty doesn't have to blind you. You can make a mess and run away, but one day you'll have to clean it up, and the only way to do that is one piece at a time. One choice at a time, we can end this. You and me together we can fight. This road isn't endless, this mountain not too high to climb. We'll be relentless. Standing shoulder to shoulder you and I in friendship. We'll be relentless.