Staring on the table my converse laid
Tough and happiest times we’ve made
Through thick and thin we’ve been together
My old shoes I’ll treasure in my life forever
Got a funny looks from the dirty stains
Grayish hues from dust and dried paints
No one knew the kind of life we’ve been through
Yet my old shoes would rather give you a clue
Time I kicked them for I haven’t met my might
I threw them sometimes far from my sight
My poor old shoes were always there
When no one dares to listen and care
It made me realize how simple life is
Glad that they are my shoes and not theirs
We’ve gained things more than the richness
It painted my heart to live with humbleness
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