Speckled with dust,
Checkered with rust,
My shoes bravely take the steps.
Some kicked upon the grass,
Some taken to the last mass,
Some dangled during the class,
then the sassy ones I took to the dance,
peering over your shoes my true love.
They whisper secretly at night,
Guard us as we roam in our dreams.
I wish you would stay with me tonight,
like my left shoe cradles my right.
Shine, my shoes!
Tell them the places we conquered;
Recount the troubles we ventured;
The money and youth we squandered.
Look down the ground and admire each shoe,
Every one knows the life we've been through.