These old boots have seen many days both good and bad.
Those boots have walked miles. Their soles have stories that no man can tell in one lifetime.
These old boots have been through the rain storm and still lived to see sunny days.
The wear on these boots paints a story of love, loss, happiness, and carrying on.
My story is shown on every mark and scuff these boots show in pride.
For these old boots know more of my life than anyone around.
These old boots and I are the same. We’ve traveled and seen so much. We have scars that can be seen and scars that have craft-fully been hidden..
These old boots are more than boots. These old boots are me.