I wear my heart in my feet
Not, like others, on my sleeve;
All of me is in my shoes.

I dance the Nutcracker Suite.
A full house for Christmas Eve!
I wear my heart in my feet.

Strangers see me on the street —
they wave! I smile, take my leave.
All of me is in my shoes.

Yet to him, I’m only meat.
There’s no escape, no reprieve.
I wear my heart in my feet.

This time, he is not discreet.
His hands punch. They tear. They reave.
All of me is in my shoes.

At last, his rage is complete.
All my toes broken. I grieve.
I wear my heart in my feet.
All of me is in my shoes.