With Every Step
These shoes mark the pavement,
Like walking paint brushes;
Each step puts one more dent
Into the system's boring grey.
Sometimes fun is a pin
Amidst a giant world of fray,
A needle that's found deep within
A labyrinth of hay!
If everyone puts on these shoes
And dances 'till the dawn;
They'll substitute shoes for brushes,
To paint the world in song.
We'll fight against the order's throne;
We'll swim against the grain.
With every step we'll splash color
Into the monotone!
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