Two worn little shoes with
a hole in the toe
And why have I saved them?
Well...all mothers know.
There's nothing so sweet
as a baby's own shoe.
And the patter of little steps
following you.
The feet they once held have
grown slender and strong.
Tonight they'll be tired after
dancing so long.
I guided her feet when she
wore such as these.
Dear God, may I ask you, won't you
guide them now, please?