We have all had footprints in our heart
But not always of the loving kind,
Some people march with hob-nailed boots
Leaving a trail of destruction behind.
They just trample on our feelings
With no regards for us at all,
I sometimes stop and wonder
Where do they get the gall!
These footprints dig in good and hard
And leave a lasting imprint,
But once they`ve left and on their way
We must make sure there`s no reprint.
Our heart is tender and loving
And therefore is easily hurt,
But once this has happened to us
We are always on the alert.
Our heart is easily broken
And takes a long time to mend,
We need to be very careful
For we don`t want to start a trend.
