Walk a mile in this soul
And you'll see what I see
All that loves turns to gold
All that's lost sets you free
No matter the cost
I'ma keep being me
Ain't no price for what I've bought
Except my own pair of wings
Shout out to Harlon Rivers for the inspiration for this from the title of his collection, and to the old homeless man I met in Mobile Alabama who shared some of his poetry with me, for he is the subject of the matter.