Worn Out Sole To Heel

It's a mountain that we all must climb, In giant leaps or one step at a time. I saw a fat, old money lender shoes of silk and ermine, Laughing as they stambled on blistered feet rough shod. He never helped the poor and weak viewed them all as vermin, So when he fell they passed him by and struggled up to god. Each of us must walk a different track No sign to guide us and no turning back. [Chorus] Humanity in motion it's the pilgrimage eternal. Most are blind but i suspect what rare few know is real. "You carry me, I'll carry you" this simple childish notion. A cable car to Shangrai-La, Your worn up soul to heal. The soldier boy is marching proud (with military precision) Kicking others from the path so keen to reach the peak. Never will he get there with this tactical decision He spends so much time fighting that each footstep takes a week. Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero, Persta et obdura omnia vincit amor! My money's on the holy man just clad in sack and sandals Heard a small child crying there so turned around and stopped. Like a beacon now he shines (bright as a million candles) Alone upon the summit when the selfish have all dropped. It's no contest but we still race there Like the saintly tortoise and the godless hare. Humanity in motion it's the pilgrimage eternal. Most are blind but i suspect what rare few know is real. "You carry me, I'll carry you" this simple childish notion. A cable car to Shangrai-La, Your worn up soul to heal. You're worn up sole to heal, Your worn up soul too Heal your worn up soul. --- Worn out Sole to Heel - Skyclad