Still We Dance On - Emily Smith

How many feet have walked this road*

Who’s shadow stretched on the path before me

How many more are still to come and make their own way

And still we dance on

The choices made affect us all

But only few will seek the answer

And fewer still will risk the fall to make their own way

And still we dance on

Falling, Falling, still we dance on

Falling, Falling, still we dance on

Falling, Falling, still we dance on

Falling, Falling, Falling

Riches gained can build a wall

But riches stored in hearts are stronger

Stones of gold will some day fade to show our own way

And still we dance on