Footprints In The Snow

What shy and pale darkness drifts down upon this land?
Between the seasons changing, a quiet, silent hand.
The gift of life pervading the death that does surround
The whiteness of the morning and the silence all around.

I can see the footprints, the ones I've left behind;
A long and winding trail of steps that destiny designed.
A trail of tears and laughter, of sun and shadows deep,
Of promises I've broken and ones I've yet to keep.

I shall not let this sadness nor lost love set my course;
Or base the steps I've yet to take on passion or remorse.
My mind still stained with savage pain of things that cannot be;
Of gentle hours and sweet snow showers and nights upon the sea.

And though today I walk away from things familiar too,
I'll make new footprints in the snow, where once the flowers grew;
Guided by a dream unseen; a dream that will not die,
My footprints winding through the snow; beneath a twilight sky.

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