tepping stones, along the road,
Among the racing cars,
I do not know just where they’ll go,
But I hope they take me far,

So many stretch, along the ground,
Going the other way,
Against the people all around,
That rush by every day,

Sometimes I stop, just for a chat,
With a random passerby,
They seem bewildered by my path,
They often ask me, Why?

Stepping stones fade in the shore,
Like footprints in the sand,
And when I can’t find anymore,
I’m led by a stranger’s hand,

Cool waters rain, upon my way,
I stumble and I fall,
With each quick passing, of each day,
Of time there’s none at all,

Sometimes there is a swift divide,
In the middle of my track,
I manage to always choose a side,
But I question and look back,

Stepping stones, along the peaks,
Of mountains and of hills,
And each time, I move my feet,
Is a battle of my wills,

My path grows lonely, as I walk,
In the outskirts of this town,
No people glancing at their clocks,
No droning city sounds,





My sight grows dim, the stones they fade,
Till all things blur to one,
In the ground, the last stone is laid,
My journey’s almost done.


Stepping Stones, along the road,
Among the racing cars,
I do not know just where they’ll go,
But I hope they take me far.