I Leave Footprints in the Sand with Every Stride

I leave footprints in the sand with every stride,
Proof that I had come, and I have passed.
The sands will smooth with rising tide.

Some peoples’ marks press deep and wide,
Their weight upon the mortal world so vast
They dig craters in the sand with every stride.

These heroes who fight so hard have cried,
Knowing their deeds will not hold fast:
The sands will smooth with the rising tide.

These very words I hope will somehow abide,
A small monument of what little I could grasp.
I leave footprints in the sand with every stride

And though I’ve fought and though I’ve tried
I know no song will stand time’s heartless blast,
The sands will smooth with the rising tide.

After you, and I, and ours, and theirs have died,
What could make our legends last?
I leave my footprint in the sand with every stride,
But the sands will smooth with the rising tide.