The shiny, glossy shoes you wear to go outside,
and show the world how shiny, glossy your feel.
They are the shoes others will use,
to walk a mile in your life.

However bumpy, however ***** the road,
they won't feel the bumps and dirt,
wearing your glossy, shiny shoes.

Those old, everyday sneakers, they're not that bad,
the inside, shaped to your feet, years after years,
the outside a bit scarred, a bit battered.

Lend them, too, for a mile or two,
so all can feel how strong are your fee

If I'd know today
Would be the day
That I lost you

The day all my fear
And all my doubts
Came to be true

I would have prayed
I would have said
It's not too late

Now that light has dimmed and music has lost its color
Hopes of yesterday feel like a dream I'm longing for

You were my home
In a life already too big for two
Here all alone
It's exile, to be far from you
You were my home

Morning will soon come
What will become
Of tomorrow?

Like a vagabond
I'll walk beyond
Lands and sorrow

Follow the sun
And if I burn
Let it be so

It is said that the man,
                                      not the gun,
                                                          kills.­
With a gun in your hand,
                                         you're no man,
                                                            ­    but a child.
                                          A child
                                                      who kills.

While wispy swirls
    silently swept the air.
slowly smoldering,
    vainly vanishing
blown at one end,
    and fire in its hair
A cigarette
    has stopped smoking.