There's a woman on the side of the road,
Her clothes are thin, and her eyes are cold,
But still, she lifts her head high,
Even though her shoes are tattered and old.

She doesn't care about the stares,
Nor the laughter that follows in her wake,
She only knows she has somewhere better to be,
And treating her like a fool would be a mistake.

There's a woman, walking all alone,
She walks with a dignity, that's proud and true,
Journeying to a place that may be out of reach,
But she's happier on her feet, more than she ever knew!

She doesn't care how far that she must go,
Or how long it takes to get there,
She only wants to live life on her own terms,
And knows her feet can take her anywhere...

There's a woman, who walks free,
Though she has no need for fortune or fame,
She walks alone, on her own two feet,
In a world without mercy, nor any shame.
© Britt Clark