Question

Broken footsteps on the floor,
Pick myself up and carry on, cause somethings waiting for me,
And I wont let them write my soul,
Keep my direction and soon I'll be turned to gold.
A king without a throne, a heart without a home,
Just cards that I've been dealt in life,
I'll walk the road alone, but my hope will never die

Answer 1

Respuesta:

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