Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

Through the Falling Snow


The glow from the street lamps
throw spotlights on the sidewalk
and the snow falls like sparkles inside a snow globe dome
and the path from my footprints
draws a line through the spotlights
as my feet join the dots on the long, cold way back home

Through the falling snow
Through the falling snow.
The road may be long but at least I have a place to go.

As I look back behind me
at the proof of my passing
the snow fills my footprints like I was never there.
And my mind drifts in wonder
has this life made a difference
or am I just a snowflake falling through the frozen air?

Through the falling snow
Through the falling snow
The journey may be cold but at least I have a place to go.

Through the falling snow
Through the falling snow
Take my hand and follow me and we’ll both have a place to go.

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