The footprints left  
 were a mystery to me 
 Curiosity tugged and led me to find 
 Whose prints it was, so profoundly distinct 
 On the surface of my cold hard heart 

 I was led to look within myself 
 In places I never knew existed 
 Unexplored and treacherous the search 
 Just beyond the surface of my cold hard heart 

 It was icy just beyond the surface 
 And untrodden the narrow path 
 Nothing but the prints made by the someone whom I sought 
 Within the chamber of my cold hard heart 

 I followed the prints closely, tracing its origin 
 It grew warmer as I moved inwardly to the core 
 And a bright light shined to show the way 
 To the innermost part of my cold hard heart 

 The prints ended and there you stood 
 The someone I've come to call my best friend 
 As a part of my life, an everlasting impression 
 Etched forever, a mosaic piece of art... 
 transforming my cold hard heart!