I have the feeling that I left some steps behind.I kept wondering — why walk? Why talk?I was left behind, but I didn't leave you all. And I walk for you.Maybe nobody cares or gives a damn, but I do.And maybe — just maybe — someday, somebody might need help.Someone might feel alone,might feel like they've left some steps behind — like I did.Left for dead. Left alone in the dark.But that's the reason I keep walking.
It may look like I'm walking alone — and I am, for now.But one day, someone might need company.And I will be there to walk with them,like you weren't there to walk with me.
But here lies the proof that makes us different:I will walk to help.And that's why I keep walking.