These Shoes

August 15, 2015

In these shoes, I walk

I run, I work, I live.

In these shoes, I am

Myself and no one else.

With these shoes I strut,

I prance, dance, skip, stand.

With these shoes I can

Put one foot n front the other.

I walk like I own these shoes,

I dance like I belong n these shoes,

I run like I am one with these shoes,

And I kneel and I pray n these shoes.

In these shoes, I speak my mind

In these shoes, I tell the truth

In these shoes, I can always find

My way back to you.

These shoes keep me sane

These shoes lead me straight

These shoes may be plain

But these shoes, they are mine.

In these shoes I stomp

In these shoes I defend

These shoes are trusty

They are my favorite friend.

In these shoes I walk

Like I own them

Belong in them

Walk like I am one in prayer with them.

Me and these shoes,

We share a soul.

Though I may fall on my journey

I can always pick myself back up

. . . in these shoes

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