Broken down shoes
hands that are dirty
walking miles with a starry roof
bag of clothes for a pocketbook
passing a cigarette from him to her
a love that binds them
walk walk walk to stay warm
oh God why do you send us this way
should this not make for a bitter heart
where is the help
we can feed our stomach
at the salvation army
or the city mission
but to feed our souls
when everything seems to go wrong
the light has turned into darkness
maybe the light will come back
to our souls
as the shoes become new
so to the hands will be made clean
