I Will Walk
Dead Horses
I will walk, yes I will walk
Though the path, the path is narrow
And I will sing, yes I will sing
Though the rooms, the rooms are empty
Though the rooms, the rooms are empty
I am my mother, I am my father
I am the stranger on the street
I am your brother, I am my sister
I am the dirt beneath your feet
I am the dirt beneath your feet
Now I'll swim, yes I will swim
Though the tide, the tide is coming
And I will dream, yes I will dream
Though my dreams they sometimes haunt me
Though my dreams they sometimes haunt me
I will pray, yes I will pray
Though the words, they don't come to me
And I will love, yes I will love
Though love seems sometimes a mistery
Though love seems sometimes a mistery
I will walk, yes I will walk
Though the path, the path is narrow
And I will sing, yes I will sing
Though the rooms, the rooms are empty
Though the rooms, the rooms are empty