These are my footprints, so perfect and so small. These tiny footprints never, touched the ground at all. Not one tiny footprint, for now I have wings. These tiny footprints were meant for other things. You will hear my tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain. Gentle drops like angels tears, of joy and not from pain. You will see my tiny footprints, in each butterflies lazy dance. Ill let you know Im with you, if you just give me the chance. You will see my tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves. I will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves. Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found on Mummys heart. Cause even though Im gone now, Well never truly part.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 21:33:59 +0000
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