As the days slowly turn,
to make way for the coming night,
I lay here silently in my bed,
wishing you could hold me tight.
I gaze out the window,
up at the pale lit moon,
wishing I could see you,
knowing I can't anytime soon,
but as I turn to go to sleep
my ears pick up a sound,
of silent little footsteps,
walking across the ground.
I sit here listening
to each steps steady pace,
then in my mind I start to picture,
your loving, smiling face,
I begin to think back,
to love we use to share,
back to all the days
I thought you'd always be there,
I go back to the memories,
we made when you were here,
and how you use to hold me close,
and wipe away my tears.
The steps are slow, yet steady,
as they walk across the floor,
bringing back each memory,
of the way things were before.
I listen to the footsteps,
and I wander if it could be,
a silent little reminder,
of your promise to always love me,
I wander if it's your spirit
that comes here each night,
to wander sadly across my floor,
beneith the pale moon light,
to remind that even though your in heaven,
our love will always last,
so I cry one single tear,
as I realize they're only your footsteps from the past.