Footprints

Like walking in the snow towards an exile,
Like silencing the tears, sealing each smile.

What's waging within, isn't an empty air,
It'll emerge someday, despite the mask we may wear.

Amid this conflict, distances have become real,
Even the cloud of memories, is no more surreal.

What's to be set free, what's to be conquered?
Many lives in this lifetime, we have wandered.

The footprints will hold the story of each scar,
Your combats will shape, what you'll be and who you are!