Silent Footsteps

Silent footsteps walk through the pages of my life

They say that she was the only girl, for my wife

And so did I, until the day, that she died

That was the day, I finally sat down and I cried

Today looks to tomorrow tenderly

But tomorrow looks to the future, trying to find me

It’s not the same, and it isn’t any different

Than it was, when I was young, so many years ago

Today, like every day, I sat down and I cried

But tomorrow is the day that I will die

He wasn’t brave, they will say, but then

It’s hard to live, after losing your best friend

© March 1976