**Intro:** ``` Look there in the back of the closet, Way in the corner there furthest. ``` **Verse 1:** ``` A pair of old boots, with tied knotted ends, The last pair of a long string of boots that fit me best. Storied steps each one took in a life that was not shy of strife. ``` **Chorus:** ``` The soul worn and laces wind torn by unseen knives, Peer through each eyelet and see the worn away sheen, Countless times tightened down ready for the next climb. ``` **Verse 2:** ``` The steps that were taken on disheveled dirt, The steps taken in moonlike sand, The steps taken in muddy red stained lands, Each a challenge, but none as tormenting as the first steps away from my homeland. ``` **Bridge/Solo:** ``` [Instrumental - Horn Solo] ``` **Choir/Back-up Vocals:** ``` Strands of time, strands of time... ``` **Verse 3:** ``` Strands of time captured in physical form, Pain painted in worn soles, Tales interlaced together in their echoing steps, Bygone time forever reminded of courageous roles. ``` **Outro:** ``` Return the boots to their resting place, our time together complete, May they rest, having fought alongside the best. ```
