Trample and walk all over me,
Run-on me and have joy when you do;
But I just feel flat and hard on others.
All they do us stamp on my smooth, paved, journey
Smashing holes into me and leaving me
Broke on the outside and more on the inside.
Letting myself fill up with tears,
I lay waiting to be fixed.
It takes a while wheels destroy me even more, but I've been promised I won't be missed.
I, now, just wait on a list;
Waiting to be seen to:
I will not be healed for a while.
