My heart looks like a beach br After a long summers day br Absolute chaos br A whole life of people br Or just a day of chaos br br When my heart br was just like a beach br early morning br just as the sun came up br br washed clean of all that came before br not a print br unblemished by peoples disregard br for it is clean of all chaos br br then I let the first person in br who walked a long trail br lonely path cut into fresh sand br serenity has come beauty br br the first footprint br interrupted by a calm wave br sweeping to interrupt the first sign br of someone walking on my heart br br then as the time drags on the beauty changed br more people than just one br disrupting my clean beach br walking, jumping, lying on my beach br br the beauty changed to chaos br but for one thing br the footprint of love br of care that the beauty should not be touched br br then hurt of the careless one br leaving their dirt behind br muddy footprints of a careless child br a conceited adult br br so during the erosion of my beach br day in day out br night for night br cleaning and sweeping br br but for those br careless footprints br of the one who used the beach br with no care br br for what damage they do br they destroyed br the beautiful beach br the beautiful heart br br so the question is br will with time br this beach br heal and find its beauty again br br will the footprints of the new day br come back and make br the heart forget br those days of chaos br br I wait for the one person br Early one morning br To make new footprint br Not one set, but two br br One for me and one for her br New footprints on my heartbr br John Doebr br