Walk With Pride
Once in a while you strip it out
The shame and the regret
Walking alone you think of them
Of the people you’ve met
Judgmental and condescending
Figures of clay, greedy of ascending
Concerned of the torn shoes, you walk slowly
Bearing the bruises and scars of being lonely
Running around the world, scared of night
At a point you realize, there is an endless light inside
You walk straight and you walk with pride
© An Empty Glass, 2015
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