Broken footsteps on the floor (I keep holdin' on!) Pick myself up and carry on, cause somethings waiting for me, And I wont let them write my song, (I keep holdin' on!) Keep my direction and soon I'll\ufeff be turned to gold.
I'm king without a throne, a heart without a home Just cards that I've been dealt in life I'll walk it all alone, but my hope will never die (But my hope will never die!)
