*there are a thousand footprints
on this path from those before
who walked these ways
in earlier days
from shore to golden shore
each one with a different tale
a different story theirs to tell
a journeys end
round every bend
could be heaven, could be hell
in wide eyed innocence we’re born
into this life of ours
throughout the days
in different ways
we collect our many scars
so every footprint is unique
just as the life it bore
from the many trials
of different styles
we’re shaped down to our core
*
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC
*there are a thousand footprints
on this path from those before
who walked these ways
in earlier days
from shore to golden shore
each one with a different tale
a different story theirs to tell
a journeys end
round every bend
could be heaven, could be hell
in wide eyed innocence we’re born
into this life of ours
throughout the days
in different ways
we collect our many scars
so every footprint is unique
just as the life it bore
from the many trials
of different styles
we’re shaped down to our core
*
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