I heard a statement once.
I believe it's very untrue.
Many people will enter your lives
But few will leave footprints on your heart.
But I don't consider that true
I believe that everyone leaves something behind
Whether they wore flip flops, went barefoot, or wore cleats
They in some way, leave an imprint
Some, like flip-flops
Are very faint and untraceable
Very little personal remnants available
Yet still its there, bringing memories of summer nights
But then there are cleats,
Those things we'd like to forget,
we've cried all the tears that those memories are worth
Yet no matter how much we want them to
The hurt and deception can never be erased
You heart, trampled over and long forget
But it will never forget.
Then there are those few brave souls
Who are brave and come along
Like walking barefoot
Tracks left when your feet walk through soft, wet sand
Every detail visible and beautiful
Every vision and detail of life crisp and clear
We cherish those people and the things they bring to us
Never wanting to loosen our grip and let them move on
And even after their gone,
we see the marks that have been left
some hurt, and some joyful
yet always in one way or another
leaving footprints on our heart
