If I were a shoeI would be around you all day long
If I were a shoe I would step on your ground
And noone would step on me
If I were a shoe
I would visit streets, cities and countries
If I were a shoe I would have to live through coldness and heat
but I wouldn't have any feelings
If I were a shoe I could get torn and worn out
but maybe they would fix me
If I were a shoe I would have my feet on the ground at all times
and I wouldn't go flying to the moon
It would be nice being a shoe.
But if I were a shoe, what life would I have?
Seeing places from my position in the dirt
Noone to talk to and noone to love
Nothing to live for and nothing to do
And you know the best thing about not being a shoe?
Because if I were a shoe, I wouldn't have met you...
Dedicated to all the people I miss; Vatosoa, friends in Madagascar, family in Stavanger, Oslo, USA and England and my dear friends from Hald spread all around the world...
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