“These are our footprints, so perfect and so small. These tiny footprints never touched the ground at all. Not one tiny footprint, for now we have wings. These tiny footprints were meant for other things. You will hear our tiny footprints, in the patter of the rain. Gentle drops like angel's tears, of joy and not from pain. You will see our tiny footprints, in each butterflies' lazy dance. We'll let you know we're with you, if you just give us the chance. You will see our tiny footprints, in the rustle of the leaves. We will whisper names into the wind, and call each one that grieves. Most of all, these tiny footprints, are found on Mommy and Daddy's hearts. 'Cause even though we are gone now, we'll never truly part." –Anonymous