They show where we go,
and where we have been,
and we repeat it over again.
It's our mark, it's our way
everywhere you go,
you leave something behind.
Whether it's a kiss on someone's cheek
or a memory left in someone's mind
you leave your footprint.
They show who we are
and what we are not
they show our talents
they show our flaws.
And society's class.
But what's inside,
they can mask.
It's up to you, to decide
what kind of footprint
you leave behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem