The treads run thin at times in our lives
The pain sneaks through like fresh sharpened knives
Should I sell my soul?
Should I give in and fold?
Or kick back with a fresh step of my soul with a goal to revive
We scream at times I can’t take anymore or go another step
You don’t know the miles I’ve walked and the tears I’ve wept
I’ll walk right beside you and I care
I’ve come here now to make you aware
It’s time to reach inside our souls’ endless reserve to give our step a bit more pep
You can stop looking at the miles, the pain, the wear and tear- if you choose
It’s comparable to someone who for continuous hours on end studies a bruise.
Will it really change the fact?
That you got to where you’re at?
Let’s not try walking in another’s but instead try fitting better into our own shoes.
The human propensity to survive, to endure, to achieve a goal
Is at times left at the wayside, waylaid, surrendered and left untold
Do you understand the souls ability?
The graceful magical elasticity?
It can stretch for endless miles through any trek, yes it’s the amazing soul