Crying footsteps before me
Author: Pisces56I feel for every step I’ve took for every footprint I’ve made
I’m stepping on someone’s teardrops, dried in the desert sand
The teardrops that escaped the strands of nature’s mop
Are these the teardrops of those who walked before I walked?
I feel I am here all alone, but fighting next to my brothers and sisters
In this strange land, unlike like any other many walk along
Many have cried, many have died calling their distant mothers, fathers, sons, brothers, daughters and sisters
Yet, I step in their footsteps, their emotions squalled into mine running down as a gutter rush of blood
Fearing the next step I take a deep breath; it may be my last, my last tear falling in the sand, unknown to others and not seen by man
I want the future to remember my last steps, my last tears that fell here that soaked in the barren sand
At my last ride, I want people to know of my fears; hopefully by then, no one will
have to walk in my footsteps, they shall not know war and that life is not always fair
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Posted: Sat Aug 15, 2009 8:50 PM CST