Daddy’s shoe, what do
we do, he’s long since gone,
Daddy’s shoe, the one
he wore when he picked us
up from the corner store,
He’s a ghost now, invisible,
we hear him in the halls,
if our voices had walls, he’d
be rapping on them,
Daddy’s shoe, he’s the fear
we knew, too trembling
to take a step, too furtive
to make a leap.
