In the night I follow his fiery shadow,
It’s the only light I know.
During the day he’s kept at bay but his footsteps burn into my soles.
My soul’s imprinted, his steps printed,
I will never again walk alone.
On the darkest of days, he comes to say
Little one, follow me home.
I was abandoned, just like you, but with no steps ahead to follow.
I leave my steps at the back of my tread so you don’t have to walk alone.
The up and the down are turned upside down,
I found no other concrete paths.
Yours I could see in the darkest of dark,
Because your footsteps have remnants of
Gold,
Love and,
Wrath.
(Larna Bobby Lou)