It was your feet that broke the path Wandering through the innocence of snow I only hear the stories, Six paces deep Like legends you are Giant foot prints to fill Even though my way was easier I suppose Maybe It tickles, this mirrors reflection The apple branch too high to reach The pond too far across to swim through alge and muck And I weigh the knowledge of the heroes on the scale With you, nail-biting until it balances Even calm, beautiful Stumbling along, I try to keep up in the sand But the silent black waves wash the path clean And I am alone not alone on some foreign shore Wondering how you didn’t break your neck Falling from the nest Somehow it works though it makes little sense Bright ribbon gifts of no excuses Veer left, little on, or right You’ll never catch up I’m not supposed to, right. Watch me as I fall I’ll watch you as you soar Big sister equals stepping off the ledge And means simple open arms.
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