They carry us places
Protects our feet when we're cold
Like a mother bear who protects her cubs
They give us confidence to grow like sunflowers
And boom like dynamite
No one knows what goes on in the other, of another life-
𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑔𝑙𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.
Till 𝑊𝑒 step foot in their shoes.
They carry us to death they hold our fingers
And walk us through life giving us test
They make us want to dance on blue moons
And glide through hearts like we're sleeding on
winter
They make us stop and decide for ourselves
Giving us just a little time before the clocks
Strikes to twelve
They make us want to start over and keep
Going till we reach the finish line and say
"They were wrong, now look where am at Look where I stand"!
Because life dosen't always promise you an end, so till then
Shoes they are our second best friend,
but-
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡.
-ashlespoetry
A/N peep my bad drawing .
