When leather breaks unbound
When soles begin to split
Trust not the shoemaker to tell you how to bind your feet
When laces slip untied
When you may trip and fall
Trust that the shoemaker is not the help that you should call
I wonder what it would be
To walk with feet upon the grass
How gently I would tread
But for the glass
I wonder who it could be
That broke this glass upon the earth
What jagged, biting rage would they deserve
When naked you are left
When shards bloody your feet
Trust not the shoemaker to tell you how to sweep the street