Footprints

Attack In Black

My distraction grows in leaps and bounds 
in every year gone by. 
my addresses now so lovely penned 
the blind would shed a tear 
maybe I don't need the things that you and you need 
and maybe I'm the shadow cast 
on drying grass and dying trees. 

a scar is only so wen cuts run too deep 
forgiveness rests upon weight 
of what we give and what we keep 

maybe there's a footprint I left a life ago. 
if so, there's something beautiful 
out there, somewhere, I know 

words can only reach the ears 
of whom you aim to speak 
a stone can only roll 
so far as the ground is not too steep 

and I aim to speak to generations 
I wish to touch but one 
drive to tears that something beautiful 
may never come undone