Walking alone on a dark, humid night
the light at the end of the road flickers in the shadows.
The damp air weighs heavily on my shoulders.

As it seems to get darker,
the wind blows across my face
like a calm, silent reminder
from an ever-present voice.

Look up at the light
so far down the road.
Though it is flickering
it is still alive.

The troubles I know may at times
weigh me down,
but the footprints from the past
are guiding my steps.

So those dark, humid nights
are overpowered by that distant flickering light
of dreams I have
and voices I know.

There are always those people,
no matter how far,
that can open my eyes
and show me that the light
     my goals
     my dreams
are not too far.

Just follow the footprints
of family on my heart.