Worn Out Sole To Heel - Skyclad

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

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 Shangri-La

Your worn out 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 Shangri-La

Your worn out soul to heal

Your worn out sole to heal

Your worn out soul to heal

Your worn out soul