I tried to understand you, but I can't. 



I wish you could see yourself standing there now: so 
tall, so proud, and so bold. 



Do you recognize these footprints in the sand? 



They have always been your own. 



It was beautiful when I walked outside and realized 
that I could look straight through the sky and not be 
afraid.



So what if I die everyday a little more inside, it's 
just another night to lie awake and wonder. 



I've written a thousand pages in her name and I just 
want to know does she ever wonder, does she remember, 
does she even care. 



It's been so long. Now my soul has shattered, left 
broken glass under her feet as she walks away. 



I still remember when we were beautiful, it was so 
beautiful.