How can I walk in the shoes of your past,
If I cannot remember what questions to ask,
How can I know which path I should take,
If the puzzle is missing the last piece to make.
How can I learn to know who you were,
If I only have echoes and shadows that blur,
How can I evolve into what I should be,
If my future is locked and you hold the key.
How can I live the life that was meant,
If my memory’s not real, it’s only been dreamt,
How can I honour the name I was given,
If reality is more than can ever be forgiven
How can I grow into who I should be,
If I never know you, then I never know me.
And how can I know the road I should follow,
If all of your yesterdays’ affect my tomorrow.