My Feet

These feet could tell so many stories if only they could talk
Tales of striding throught the woods on a muddy winter walk
And dancing barefoot in the snow to see how it would feel
Or tapping to the rhythm of a lively scottish reel
And stepping out in strappy sandals on a sunny summers day
To have a paddle in the waters of the brook along the way

These feet could tell of many horrors if they could only speak
The panic stricken flight from the monstrous drunken freak
Scrambling through the brambles and squelching through the mud
Tripping over in the black of night and wading through a flood
Cut and sore and bleeding, they badly need to rest
For they have travelled many miles and they have passed the test.

And so these feet kept silent 'til their injuries had healed
And then they thought the time had come for all to be revealed
For they have borne their burden well and all the pain has passed
So they open up their hearts to you for they can speak at last
Of golden days and darkest nights and horrors long since gone
For they have found a voice now and they're eager to move on.

PS. You might want to look at the link in Jack Frost's comment below too (Katie Melua - Two Bare Feet) - well worth it!