Laga, Ragalor - My Father's Footsteps

Put your foot where mine has been.
The hollow is too wide. Then stretch.
I did.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I placed my little boots inside the marks you made.
Lift your eyes, the path is more than where you step.
You set an oar within my unready hands.
Feel where the hard tide pulls, then pull against it.
I learned to read the change in wind from you.
Give no oath your hands will not fulfill.
Men will never fail you, left me in the snow.
Rise, failure is a teacher, not a name.
I thought becoming strong
meant matching stride for stride.
So every road I chose... Was measured against yours Step by step, I follow where you led Word by word, I carry
what you said Your back before me, straight against the storm Your shadow was the shape I tried to form I
thought your path was all I had to know I thought your height was all I had to grow But every lesson pointed
farther on You showed me the road Then trusted me to walk beyond it
Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na,
na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na You showed me
the road, then trusted me to walk beyond The winter slowly settled in your bones The hands that held the oar
began to shake Your stride grew short where once I had to run Then you placed your footsteps inside mine One
morning at the valley's final rise You stopped where two roads opened through the pines I waited there for one
more clear command "There is none from here, the road is yours" I looked behind and found no shadow over me
Only my father standing back so I could see You did not raise me Just to match your pace You gave me varied
Not the borrowed place You taught my hands To form my own scale You taught me how to Rise each time I fail A
lesser love would keep me close behind Yours gave me leave to seek what I might find The greatest guide knows
when to let one go You trusted me to take the path you could not show Can you read the wind?
I can Will you rise when the road breaks you?