Alone she walks with her head held high.
In one hand she holds her shoes
holds her worries.
In the other she holds tightly to her dreams
She is wordlessly mouthing
the song of cement.
The pavement is warm against her soul and her soles.

Eyes open, looking but not seeing
only one foot in front of the other
and nothing else matters.
She could walk forever this way,
singing softly,
the song of cement.
The pavement is warm against her soul, and her soles.

Past accusing eyes, and judging grins
She walks forward, in whatever direction suits her,
On any given day she will disappear for a while
her voice building up
the song of cement.
The pavement warm against her soul, and her soles.

Moving no quicker than her thoughts will allow,
a single step at a time
or all at once.
She wanders wherever thoughts and feet can take her.
She is shouting now,
the song of cement.
The pavement is warm against her soul and her soles.