theres the sound of friendly footsteps
walking back to me
a lingering memory of the past
of good times that could be
or the future that does beckong
with some times for laughts
till i hit that cofin crying
out with laughter at each gasp
thers someone there i want to know
maybe oneday yes shell show
before the sands of time do slip away
as i wander through these gentle days
neath the branches of the trees that sway
from the calling of the wind
as fate does have her way

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