Walk in my shoes.

 

Before you judge me,

walk in my shoes.

I have walked miles and miles,

for several years.

In the roads with stones and thorns,

Until my shoes are worn out.

The coarse ground beneath,

Bruises my feet.

With every step forward they bleed.

The bloody foot prints,

will show you the road I have travelled. 

But still I continue to walk,

In hope of finding the light.

Try, if you can keep a pace forward,

In my shoes, before judging me.