Broken footsteps on the floor,
Pick myself up and carry on, cause somethings waiting for me,
And I wont let them wreck my soul,
Keep my direction and soon I'll be turned to gold.
A king without a throne, a heart without a home,
Just how should I be there tonight,
I'll walk it all alone, but my hope will never die..
Pick myself up and carry on, cause somethings waiting for me,
And I wont let them wreck my soul,
Keep my direction and soon I'll be turned to gold.
A king without a throne, a heart without a home,
Just how should I be there tonight,
I'll walk it all alone, but my hope will never die..