Wednesday, January 25, 2017

My Feets

My feet are far away,
They've always been to me,
It's got something to do with how I'm made,
I've just got to be free,

Still, they have stuck with me through thick and thin,
No matter what I do,
Not sure if that says more 'bout them or me,
Or p'haps the influence of my new shoes,

Anyway, the arrangement works for me,
I think they're happy, too,
Whether it's they or me that take the lead,
We e'er end up with you.
You're like all roads,
You lead us both to roam,
To a place where the sun will always shine,
Where you are e'er walking from and to home.

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