Hand-in-Hand

We're walking on the beach,
Walking hand-in-hand,
Two pairs of footprints,
We leave behind in the sand.

The prints show the past,
Sometimes only one pair is shown,
This was in the bad times,
I ask you;"How come you left me on my own?"

I'm asking;"where were you?,
Why weren't you there for me?"
You look deep into my eyes,
And ask softly;"Baby, can't you see?"

You explain;"When times were so though,
Were so difficult to get through.
You have to understand,
I was the one carrying you."