Walk
Walk a mile through a city of snow
Where icicles sparkle, but nothing glows.
The more that you bundle, the colder you grow.
Don’t let the shivers of coldness show.
Walk a mile through a forest at night Where darkness and fear may claim your sight And the candle you burnt no longer gives light. Don’t let what you cannot see give you fright. Walk a mile through a cavern of fire Where the walls try to ask you, then call you a liar: “To what end do you aspire?” …to stand up and fight, with a chin ever higher. To walk ten more miles through a cavern of fire, To walk ten more miles through a forest at night, To walk ten more miles through a city of snow. Now walk in the shoes of someone you don’t know.
Walk a mile through a forest at night Where darkness and fear may claim your sight And the candle you burnt no longer gives light. Don’t let what you cannot see give you fright. Walk a mile through a cavern of fire Where the walls try to ask you, then call you a liar: “To what end do you aspire?” …to stand up and fight, with a chin ever higher. To walk ten more miles through a cavern of fire, To walk ten more miles through a forest at night, To walk ten more miles through a city of snow. Now walk in the shoes of someone you don’t know.
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