Sometimes they’re painted
Sometimes they’re not
Sometimes they smell
Most times they don’t
They are my feet
For eight hours at a time
Busy busy busy
Running all the time.
They don’t put up a fight
They know better
I have things to get done
And they don’t hassle me
Others may complain,
But mine do not.
My soles are as strong as my spirit.
I’ve stood up to people
I’ve stood up for people
I’ve walked home
I’ve walked away from a job
I’ve walked to a new home
I’ve walked to school
I’ve walked away from school
I’ve walked to some friends, and away from others
I’ve walked to some men, and away from most
I’ll always be walking forward
On the two feet
That God gave me

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