The wind blows
Down out of the mountains
Across the sands
As I walk my footprints I see my path ahead
I see my footprints behind
I see the sands wipe them away
Like I was never here
I look toward the sun
I scream at the sky
Scream across the desert
I was here
I had dreams
I had a life
I had a purpose
I was me
Grains of sand
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