4 August 2012
I'm brand-new Just out of the box I can come with a small toy Or the picture of a fox
You wear me With or without socks I am very sturdy One who won't mock
I protect your toes From all the harm So keep me on I'm like a good luck charm
We go on journeys Much rather a lot And you always place me In a very special spot
But now you've worn me too much I'm ripping at the seams No more color, no more protection I no longer gleam
I'm too torn up So you throw me away To get some more That very same day
I have some scars But you do too I wouldn't throw you away Without feeling blue
I'm your shoes So very much like you We've grown up together But now it's time for roads anew.
#3. Shoes • Opuss № I