Step by Step. Flaw by Floor.

With every step you take.
In every room you enter.

Your past walks in with you.
Your future may either slip. Or conquer.

For every war we fight.
For every victory shout.

Remember the sweat and tear.
One drop. Each bout.

Same rivers of champagne brought the slaves.

Same quivering campaigns, now our lungs are drains.

If our steps in front are preordained by our steps before

Then you should watch where you step. You might be floored.