Angel footprints.

There’s too much sadness,
Too much pain,
I never know how I’m gunna begin again,
To find a smile somehow.

To walk through the darkness,
Find somewhere safe,
Somewhere to breathe,
If only I could begin to believe.

But I still see their faces,
They haunt my dreams,
Follow me from place to place,
Cos they’re even here now.

They’re faces on the photo are faded,
My face is lined and jaded,
Where once it was young & free,
But that was before the angels footprints left me.
(c) Karen Peatt 2009

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