I look at my shoes. My shoes and my feet. They feel tired, worn out, exhausted. I know how far they've come-- All the times I remember: Running from danger, Running to safety, Running for help, Running with you. My feet are tired. My shoes are tired. I look at my shoes. My eyes close.
I dream. I see you, with your Tired feet, Looking at my feet-- Realizing I have tired feet. You try to help-- To pay attention-- To ask-- To smile. Will these things help my tired feet? You are there with me: Four feet. Four tired feet.
I can only last four feet. My eyes can't see, My feet won't walk. Am I alone now? I fall hard-- Down, Down, Down. Is someone there? Are you there? Will you catch me, even though You have tired feet?