On A Lonely Road

Mud sets on the bottom of my shoes,
But on I keep walking.
Down the road I pass so many,
With so much more mud.
On them it makes a solid coat,
They sit like statues.
Their movement breaks the silence,
With shattering clay.
The same mud sets on the bottom of my shoes,
But I keep on walking,
Cause it's only on my shoes.





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