We leave bright moments lik footprints on the sea shore we cry for romance and circumstances lost or
visions we have lived for
fading like yesterday's rhyme on the sands of timeWe leave warm mem'ries like footprints on a snowdrift
tracing them one sees the icy breezes blow swift
as the feathered mounds shift
in the end all is erased on the frozen wasteWe live brief lifetimes like footprints on forever
fueled by the fires of desire that we may never
satisfy nor savor
we play a dream pantomime falling into time
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we dance our tango sublime
silhouettes in time
we play a dream pantomime
falling into time
fading like yesterday's rhyme
on the sands of time
