What I Think

Retraced

How can I feel that my life is over

If it has barely just begun?

He pointed that out to me,

Maybe he is my hero, just a little unsung.

I make my mark here, see my tracks?

They just happen to be in the sand

So the tide washes them away each night

As it checks out what’s on land.

So I have to do it all again each morning

Because I know by the time night comes around

My mighty footprints marching on the beach

Will effectively be completely drowned.

But each morning I wake up and I walk out

And I make my mark each day just the same

Those lucky few that follow me in the light of day

Will learn my path and they will know my name.

Or at the very least they will know

Which way I went out today

And know the path that I walk with pride,

Even though each night it is wiped away.

I’m just a girl, who you sometimes follow

And my cuffs are a little wet

Maybe my path needs to be retraced

But I haven’t given up just yet.