This field of cement has footsteps from those that have past,
Unsure where to place the next step cause it could be the last.
Even as the emotions well up we find ourselves trying to make our own way,
With nothing left to chance as the walls try to silence your say.
These steps have fallen around and headed in every direction,
Each one different and special with their own connection.
Head your own way that holds your destiny in a few feet,
So breathe in and allow yourself out of the world's repeat.