Little steps
Fall in the hallway
In the house you call home
They didn’t understand
The place that they found you
Or the way you had grown

Gentle steps
Dance on the water
On their way through the storm
They didn’t understand
The weight of your words
Or the voice that brought calm

And the work has begun
And the work must go on

Blood red steps
Tread down the dust
On their way up the hill
They couldn’t understand
The love in your eyes
Or the strength of your will

And the work has begun
And the work must go on