These old shoes
I wear these quaint old shoes for the old ones
I bear this stone-quilt for the poor
I have lost so many friends
My conscious doesn't care
Soon my eyelids will dry
Some say they never had a burden I'm a bird with both wings broken
I'm bound to feed the poor but I have no
Money anymore i lost the game when I was born
I'm not a beauty on the outside but I'm lucky
On the inside I'll always be a hobo in my heart
I'm a stranger to my brother I'm a
Stranger to my mother but I'm lucky I got clothes
I had the happiest face among my
Neighbors now days my face looks like a crow
I know my future but I don't know my
Friends you're a thief but couldn't steal the truth
Have you pierced a nail through the barks of
A dog it's much easier then give away you love
I'm a wissling lost inside the storm I'm the burden no one can bear
When the sunflower breath the last breath of life
And the lonesome poor drinks the last drips of the wine
When your ration is out and your soup is
Getting sour that's when I bury these old shoes