A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.

When something means nothing to you, you can do everything you want; but someday, somehow you may have to pay for it.

Every known thing used to be unknownAnd every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone

My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyard's bed