Stepping stones (part 1)

Walking down the streets
Of my hometown
Hardly displaced memories patter down on me.

Pictures out of my past
Appear from deep inside
Like ghosts coming out of the fog.

Suddenly my whole life
Is spreading out in front of me
Like a jigsaw-puzzle that's finally composed

      And every person that ever played a part in my life
      Got his place.

            Just stepping stones on my way, it seems
            But without each of them
            I would'nt be who I am.

            Just stepping stones on my way,
            But without each of them
            I would'nt be who I am.

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