in a solemn summer day
i let my sins wash away
into the quiet sea
and i charged a bit more
to have my toenails clipped

the river of baptism will clean us for the lord
we cleanse in praise

only to walk once more
barefoot and barely there
the road of many
the life of most

i think his disciples weren't taught enough about the reality of things
to live a life of your own still means to walk the same road of sorrow
and peace
but mostly sorrow;
it is what makes calluses

god didnt mean for us to be clothed
to have shoes
he meant for us to tire the same

well, christ was only unlucky
to have preached what was unfortunately circumstantial

into the dust we shall return
meanwhile, we must walk through it
surprisingly, not even the best leather will keep us from stain

they haven't talked enough
how important his holy pedicure meant
often we need to wash our feet
before we step into someone else's shoes