Many broken pieces Shattered, now apart What can I do to mend it? To mend by broken heart?
I walk along the beach Leaving footprints cold and bare How can I enjoy the sunset, When there's no one here to share?
There used to be a pair, Of footprints next to mine. But they washed away with waves And the shifting sands of time.
All I can do now, Is remember how things were. The good times, not the bad times, Which caused my heart to stir.
To live to die, What does it matter? While I am in this state. I didn't know how much I loved, Until it was too late.
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