Tracing back my foot steps in time,
Trying to reach where I have come from,
Every night before I fall sleep,
With my closed eyes I try to see,
Looking for my foot prints on the sand of time to yesteryears...
How could one pack her life
In one suitcase and carry it along?
I see what I have left behind, with each step, in each mile
All the people, all the moments that have been lost.
Trying to reach where I have come from,
Every night before I fall sleep,
With my closed eyes I try to see,
Looking for my foot prints on the sand of time to yesteryears...
How could one pack her life
In one suitcase and carry it along?
I see what I have left behind, with each step, in each mile
All the people, all the moments that have been lost.


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