footprints in the softsand
a long way to become a man
many more steps, many more memories
farther than the eye can see
the sets i see always vary
so many people next to me
these days i grow so weary
but i know one set thats there consistently
Yours that made a mark
upon this often broken heart
the seashells and animals that adorn
little decorations that You paint upo
often spoiled by clutter and pride
yet somehow, its for us You died
when it all ends this i know
it will be a wonderful sight
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