SHOES are all different from the world we live in

RED see us in a manner they want to mean

they judge by their own subjective manner

depending on the class of SHOES you wear 

you can't run from their prying beliefs

thorns are completely fix in the vines they see

BLOOD may run and wound may never heal

still RED will wreck you definitely

SHOES may be classified HIGH or LOW

within this society bound by law

run by COLORS of infinite status

into microscopic lives to focus

loyalty is never a trusting word

yet promises of desired long cold

temptations are SHOES of countless rock

inclination of RED nothing to hold back

Even you close your ears from mighty swords

keep in mind that you have nothing to hold

seems timeless tales of vanity fair

RED SHOES surely wants some HEIR