Footprint in the Sand
Left every trace of you fading into the rain.
I traced the ghosts you left behind in the empty space,
But now the silence speaks louder than any lie or grace.
Every step I take feels like walking on glass,
Every breath I take is a memory that won’t pass.
I’m holding on to nothing, just the shape of your name,
But I won’t beg for the truth—I’ll make you say it plain.
You left no sign, no footprint in the sand,
Just words and thoughts that burn like cold ash now.
I need one question, just a single word to stand:
Why did you erase us like we were just a dream somehow?
Not a whisper, not a shadow, you took it all away,
And I’m standing here in the wreckage of yesterday.
Tell me why, tell me straight, don’t hide behind the pain—
I deserve the truth, even if it breaks me again.
We never knew who we were to each other then,
You were so young and bright, like dawn’s first light.
And I was circling you like an albatross again,
Never knowing those wings wouldn’t bring me home tonight.
Every step I take feels like walking on glass,
Every breath I take is a memory that won’t pass.
I’m not begging anymore—I’m calling out your name,
And this time, I’ll face the truth without the same old shame.
You left no sign, no footprint in the sand,
Just words and thoughts that burn like cold ash now.
I need one question, just a single word to stand:
Why did you erase us like we were just a dream somehow?
You picked me out from a thousand faces in the crowd,
Without crossing your borders, without letting me inside.
There must’ve been something in me that called out loud,
But it wasn’t enough to keep you by my side.
I don’t want excuses, I don’t need your blame,
Just one honest word to end this endless game.
You left no sign, no footprint in the sand,
Just words and thoughts that burn like cold ash now.
I asked one question, and I held my ground:
Why did you erase us like we were just a dream somehow?
Maybe I did something wrong, maybe I messed it all,
Maybe I was just a fool in love, too blind to see.
But I’m still searching, even after all these years fall—
Now I know the truth… and I’m finally free.
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