Soul of a Shoe
I once adorned you with style and grace
My God this truly is an atrocious place
My soul is worn and molded to you
This place is so surreal, yet it is true
Nothing but pain and fear now fills a face
That once polished me with style and grace
I now sit here upon this massive pile
How in the world can that Nazi smile?
As I sit here on this pile lonely and blue
I fear to think what has become of you
As I sit here upon this pile of deceit
I wish I could comfort your feet
Regardless of what these Nazi’s do
I’m so proud to have been your shoe
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2010
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