Broken footsteps on the floor,
Pick myself up and carry on, cause somethings waiting for me,
And I wont let them write my soul,
Keep my direction and soon I'll be turned to gold.
A king without a throne, a heart without a home,
Just cards that I've been dealt in life,
I'll walk the road alone, but my hope will never die
Pick myself up and carry on, cause somethings waiting for me,
And I wont let them write my soul,
Keep my direction and soon I'll be turned to gold.
A king without a throne, a heart without a home,
Just cards that I've been dealt in life,
I'll walk the road alone, but my hope will never die
Respuesta:
no seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee