Footprints

My distraction grows in leaps and bounds
In every year gone by.
My addresses now so lovely penned
The blind would shed a tear
Maybe I don't need the things that you and you need
And maybe I'm the shadow cast
On drying grass and dying trees.

A scar is only so wen cuts run too deep
Forgiveness rests upon weight
Of what we give and what we keep

Maybe there's a footprint I left a life ago.
If so, there's something beautiful
Out there, somewhere, I know

Words can only reach the ears
Of whom you aim to speak
A stone can only roll
So far as the ground is not too steep

And I aim to speak to generations
I wish to touch but one
Drive to tears that something beautiful
May never come undone