• Walking among the beach, the waves lapping the sandy dunes
    Every silent night, with the stars glittering above
    Only they are the true seers of this time
    Looking back, there is footsteps imprinted on the sand
    Footprints of the past, the present and the future
    Of times lost and of times long forgotten
    Only the stars bear witness to the sheer agony of time
    They never grow old, they never die
    They are immortal beings, like how these footsteps represent time
    The waves crashing and the light breeze
    One steps at the edge and screams out
    The stars become the only witness
    As time falls and as time grows
    Footsteps are always there, even if they get washed away
    More will be made as time passes
    Let the night become your silent dream
    Let the stars become your guide
    But never forget, footsteps can represent a whole lot more.