It troubles me to think of the miles I’ve walked in my father’s shoes
Walked, stumbling, clumsy, uncertain
What pains me though, are the ones I’ll never travel
The miles he walked alone, fearful, in the dark.
It troubles me to think of the miles I’ve walked in my father’s shoes
Walked, stumbling, clumsy, uncertain
What pains me though, are the ones I’ll never travel
The miles he walked alone, fearful, in the dark.
