We walk bare footed through
City streets
Trying to seem
Bold

We cross paths
On our city streets
Barefooted and
Cold

We notice now
Our silliness
And our helpless
Ways

And turn our heads
To see a man
Walking through thorns
Without pain

Cuts and cuts
Swallow him
But he feels
None

The man is but
A dream to us
Our invincibility
Has gone