far deeper set than those in sand
which mark a path across a bay
our dearest will not wash away
as imprints left in dampened grains
soon fade whenever tide returns
or when the wind sweeps them astray
on borrowed time they can not last
compare them to the winter snow
which melts when warmth demands it so
yet footprints cast within our hearts
cemented smooth with love and pain
they are the ones that will remain
you’ll see them in another’s smile
or in the tears they gently weep
who says we go without a trace
we stay for those whose love runs deep