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Micah Anthony Santiago Rosal
January 27, 2016 - January 27, 2016
These are my tiny footprints,
so little and so small.
These tiny footprints
never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints
in the pattern of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel's tears,
of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints
in each butterflies' lazy dance.
I'll let you know I'm with you,
if you just give me the chance.
You will see my tiny footprints
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind
and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints
are found on Mama and Dada's hearts.
'Cause even though I'm gone now,
we'll never truly part.
so little and so small.
These tiny footprints
never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints
in the pattern of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel's tears,
of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints
in each butterflies' lazy dance.
I'll let you know I'm with you,
if you just give me the chance.
You will see my tiny footprints
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind
and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints
are found on Mama and Dada's hearts.
'Cause even though I'm gone now,
we'll never truly part.