We live in a land,

Where the footprints,

Of ghosts linger.

Some fade with time,

But if you look closely,

You can still see.

The divots in the sand,

The crushed leaves of the forest,

The melted snow in the alps,

Even where its warmest.

The stories of old

Tell of the days

Where the footprints

Of ghosts linger

And the remnants

Of their ways remain.