The footprints,
the ones with precious memories,
with one footprint,
a million may stand,
with each and every toe print,
a love is created by man,
with every second footprint,
many stories fall,
with the sea washing in,
is like the love filling the footprints in,
as the sea runs back,
all the memories wash away,
but when that time comes,
where the tide is in,
the memories are washed in with it.
the sky painted a million colours,
the sea filled with love,
and the sand,
filled with memories.
