These are my footprints,



so perfect and so small.


These tiny footprints


never touched the ground at all.


Not one tiny footprint,


for now I have wings.


These tiny footprints were meant


for other things.


You will hear my tiny footprints,


in the patter of the rain.


Gentle drops like angel's tears,


of joy and not from pain.


You will see my tiny footprints,


in each butterflies' lazy dance.


I'll let you know I'm with you,


if you just give me the chance.


You will see my tiny footprints,


in the rustle of the leaves.


I will whisper names into the wind,


and call each one that grieves.


Most of all, these tiny footprints,


are found on Mummy and Daddy's hearts.


'Cause even though I'm gone now,


We'll never truly part.