As you walk through the past
You still can see our footsteps
Marked on the sands
Within the sea shells,
The pebbles, and the coconuts
Beneath the clouds
Painted in the summer sky

As you walk through the past
You still can hear our laughs
Being sung by the birds and leaves
Coming out as melodies
And they steer the wind
And they make the green grass
Dances they old tributes

As you walk through the past
You still can feel the wind
Brings the smell of my hair
The strawberry from baby shampoo
And it touches your gentlest soul
And it tenderly chills your sanity
And it impulsively ***** your reality