With every troubled step
down through these corridors of death
Flashes of memories ignite the virtue of your soul

As a child, I still recall
How we used to chase eachother to the car
Through back alleys you kept your pace within
and as we reached the car, you'd always let me win

You rose with every new-born day
To sweep the floors to earn your pay
and at dinnertime I always knew
That the seat at the head of the table was reserved for you.