Laga, Ragalor — My Father's Footsteps

Put your foot where mine has been.
The hollow is too wide. Then stretch.
I did.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
I placed my little boots inside the marks you made.
Lift your eyes, the path is more than where you step.
You set an oar within my unready hands.
Feel where the hard tide pulls, then pull against it.
I learned to read the change in wind from you.
Give no oath your hands will not fulfill.