| Footsteps None have walked my footsteps But many have tread where my feet are going, Jumping from rock to rock, And many are yet to come to walk where my feet are walking. None have used my mouth to talk But many have spoken my words, Tumbling off my tongue, And though my words may change, my mouth will always be speaking. Some have held my hands with many uses, And my hands will create more happiness. Some have felt my feelings But not how I felt them. Many have looked upon me, And I have given them smiles But only one watched me leave my footprints As we jumped from rock to rock |