One Foot Before The Other

On the very day I die The very last of my desires Is that you take my broken body And commit it to the fire And then when the fire is finished Scrape the ashes in a tin Take them down to London's drinking reservoirs And throw them in And then specks infinitesimal of my mortal remains Will slide down seven million throats and into seven million veins And I will creep through their capillaries to the marrow of their bones And they will wake to bright new mornings and then wordlessly they'll know That I remain I am remembered I remain I am remembered So these seven million innocents They will have me in their blood And when they die they'll burn their bodies Or be buried in the mud And I will spread through streams and rivers like a virus through a host From the hamlets to the cities from the rivers to the coast And from there into the channel across the great Atlantic Ocean And ever onwards to the new world Through the waters gentle motions Until parts of me are part of every land mass every sea In the rain, up on your crops and in the very air you breath I remain I am remembered I remain I am remembered I remain And all the things I love will be washed away in the rain I remain I'm not convinced of the existence of these things that don't exist Yeah by Jewish boys with big ideas and scratches on their wrists By a loving or a vengeful God Or one who condescends Who'll wash his hands down in the mire among the misery of men Or by ever turning circles hanging timeless in the sky Like a dream catcher distracting from the fact you're gonna die But I place one foot before the other Confident because I know that everything we are right now is everything that was That Watt Tyler, Woody Guthrie, Dostoevsky and Davy Jones Are all dissolved into the ether and have crept into my bones And all the cells in all the lines upon the backs of both my hands Were once carved into the details of two feet upon the sand We remain We are remembered We remain We are remembered We remain And all the things we love Will be washed away in the rain We remain --- One Foot Before the Other - Frank Turner