Emily Smith still we dance on

How many feet have walked this road*
Who's shadow stretched on the path before me
How many more are still to come and make their own way
And still we dance on
The choices made affect us all
But only few will seek the answer
And fewer still will risk the fall to make their own way
And still we dance on
Falling, Falling, still we dance on
Falling, Falling, still we dance on
Falling, Falling, still we dance on
Falling, Falling, Falling
Riches gained can build a wall
But riches stored in hearts are stronger
Stones of gold will some day fade to show our own way
And still we dance on