Post by J.Hollick on Jun 17, 2014 2:44:26 GMT -9
These boots are old and tattered.
Stained and worn and battered.
They’ve seen the sands of beaches and the mountains in the sun.
They’ve danced and hiked and pattered through the rain and puddled mud
The leather is cracked and broken
The laces faded and unwoven
The world is at my door and wanderlust is in my blood
Stained and worn and battered.
They’ve seen the sands of beaches and the mountains in the sun.
They’ve danced and hiked and pattered through the rain and puddled mud
The leather is cracked and broken
The laces faded and unwoven
The world is at my door and wanderlust is in my blood
