I can hear him. His anguished cries. Painful and sad. Can I ease his burden?
I can hear him. His anguished cries. Tears falling down and mixing there at his feet.
I can hear his anguished cries of the past. Memories, not mine, overflow, overflow.
R: I can see footprints leading away from where I stand to a place I don’t know anything about.
I:I can see footprints leading away from where I stand. Have I walked this path before?
R:There are lonely cries echoing to me. I:They’re calling in desperation to me.
R:Calling out to me, I can hear it. I:Sounds of destiny call me there.
I can see the footprints leading away from me in a hurried rush of anger and fear. (I cry out to empty air.) I can see two sets of footprints leading to a dead end of painful despair. (And I hear it returned.) I can see footprints leading ahead. I watch my own vanish in a trail of blood. (I can see footprints leading ahead. I watch my own continue in a trail of tears.)