Looking back at on the footprints of time
I see them slowly fading from view
A symbol of how short and blessed our time is
Yet I can not wonder if some one might remeber me
If I made a difference or helped someone for the better
Or am I supposed to fade away to be forgotten
To be forgotten and my memories treated as ghosts
I think I can be content
For if in daily life I can make someone laugh or smile
And help them in any way
Then I am content to let my memories fly with the wind
Dancing high in the sky as a free spirit.