Many broken pieces,

Shattered now apart.

What can I do to mend it?

To mend our broken hearts?

As I walk along the beach in the rain,

Leaving footprints cold and bare,

How can I enjoy the times we've had,

If there's no one here to share?

There used to be three other pairs of footprints next to mine,

But they washed away w/ the waves,

And the shifting sands of time.

All I can do now,

Is remember how things were.

The good times, not the bad,

Which caused my heart to stir.

To live is to die,

What does it matter?

While I'm in this state of pain,

I didn't know how much I loved those three,

Until it was too late.