footprints of the wayward sons.

i'm running and running

where i said i'd never run

Trying on these shoes

To many people they've belonged.

i'm running a path that's been so well run

i promised i'd never go this way

i'd never turn down this

i knew i'd never fit those shoes

fit the footprints of these wayward sons.

i said i'd always find a way.

Without having to haze my mind and poison my blood

without having to down every drink and take every drug

without having to hate myself and what i'd become

without having to say goodbye to the things that i loved

This isn't me, it isn't anyone

this is the person i'd never become

The person who i've hated who i despised who i shunned

The person who i've missed who i needed who i loved

He helped me learn, helped me grow, helped me

thrive and move on

This is who i wasd learning from.

And he helped me realize

i'd never wear his shoes


i'd never follow him,

 Abuse what he abused

i'll never fall in his footprints

-i've seen where they could've gone.

i'd never go that way

i needed to be the sane one.

And i learned and i loved

forgave and  forgot

And now the path is well run

With all kinds footprints and shoes,

Not only wayward ones,

And i said i'd never follow

Never follow where those footprints had gone.

But now finally, my prints match

The shoes in which he would run

and they match perfectly with the ones,

Those of whom have walked before i'd come

And i fit in the footprints of the wayward sons,

following this path

This highway

this road well run

Back to the place where i know i belong,

Back to the

to the place we all end up

Back to the place in our minds

 where we all come from.