The fire can't warm my lonely heart <br />Or stem the pain I feel, <br />This bleak December afternoon <br />My wounds shall never heal, <br />The door is closed a chapter ends <br />As now the cold winds blow, <br />The only thing that now remains <br />Your footprints in the snow. <br /> <br />The window pane looks out upon <br />The path that lies ahead, <br />Where thoughts of all my yesterdays <br />And dreams now lying dead, <br />I long the thaw to come again <br />Shall winter never go? <br />To melt away the memories and <br />Your footprints in the snow. <br /> <br />The laden trees do bear the strain <br />But I can't do the same, <br />For as the day now turns to dusk <br />My soul still filled with shame, <br />I'll wait for stars above to shine <br />For darkness cannot show, <br />The sadness that now lies within <br />Your footprints in the snow.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/footprints-in-the-snow-2/
