The Cold Walk Of Your Heavy Shoes

Am I your heel?
Am I your sole?

The weight of your walk
Each step, so bold

You tread
All over me

With your daddy's gold
Your gait, a story in itself

So successful
Given everything you have

Such a power
Usurping other halves with ease

So cold, the stones
You walk on

Like the pre-dawn
Mist of a winter's solace

The stronger the love
The harder the hurt

The thicker the blood
The further the splurt

The further you run
The stronger the dirt

Do you even have a soul?
Could it ever be healed?