I walked a mile in your shoes
took a travel down the lonesome road.
I thought myself bright for following
an allready set trail.
That's the way to go, I thought,
less trouble, less hardship.

I found myself at the end of the road
weary and distraught
oddly enough with no end in sight.
This trail's a let down; I thought,
not thinking it was a judgement
wich I could not make.

I was left to hobble down the road
in my shoes.
Much to my surprise, they turned out to be
a perfect fit.
How about that?