Those songs in your shoes.
The road sings no more to me,
Of those strangers
who never returned to the
houses of cards they built,
Of those shepherds
who wanted to steal away
those lost sheeps
disguised as clouds
in skies.
Laughs that traveled from
a child to a man,
cries that distanced a father
from a soldier in war,
shelters in rain from leaves
with holes,
pebbles racing away with
shoes.
Those songs in your shoes
The road now cries out to me.
of those shoes
that i walked with
that were never mine,
of those naked feet
that searches for colors
when the pallet is
snatched away.
feathers that flow higher
like dreams that never have a home,
ruins that remained behind
when castles turned to dust ,
The road now cries out to me.
