As I walk along the sandy beach
I cant help but feel a tear run down my cheek
For when I turn no longer can I see my footprints in the sand
They have been washed away by the tide
This all makes me think of what I face at hand
The death angel is knocking just around the bend
What will become of me when I leave this land?
The wind blowing my scarf brings me back to reality
I look down the shore
The children, sweet young children, are playing in the sand
Will they remember me when I leave?
How will they remember me when I go where I have to go?
Will they see happy times when they think of me
Or will they feel the stress and struggle of these past few years
I hope to God that they will remember me in joy and happy tears
For if not I will be just another footprint in the sand
Another lonely washed away footprint in the sand
