Walking in the sand
Seems so bland
leaving footprints where we stand
It doesnt matter what we say
it will all get washed away
but its our DNA
Its in memories
In the stories
that hides our queries
The little one
that will run
when we are done
The footprints in the sand
of a little boys hand
who will go up to be a man
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
Walking in the sand
Seems so bland
leaving footprints where we stand
It doesnt matter what we say
it will all get washed away
but its our DNA
Its in memories
In the stories
that hides our queries
The little one
that will run
when we are done
The footprints in the sand
of a little boys hand
who will go up to be a man
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