Walk the Mile

Walk the miles I have walked, stand were I have stood.

Then maybe you would understand, why I feel like driftwood.

Feel the pain and suffering, take a hold of the tears I've cried.

Maybe then you won't judge me, and understand why I hide.

Walk the miles I have walked, stand were I have stood.

Look into my eyes see what the world has done.

Maybe then you will see, all that I must over come.

I don't judge my friend, for I know the pain.

You see I only have myself to blame.