Black shoe, you sit there in the corner,
A symbol of fear, a haunting mourner
My father\'s shoe, so strong and firm,
A reminder of his voice so stoic and stern.
I remember when he used to wear you,
And how I\'d tremble at his glare too
For he was a man of great power,
And in his shadow. I felt like a coward.
But now he\'s gone, and you remain,
A symbol of all that caused me pain
And though you\'re just a shoe of black
But You still fill me with a sense of lack.
I wish that I could leave you be
And cast away this fear in me,
But in my heart, you still hold sway
And haunt me through each passing day.
Oh, black shoe, why must you be
A symbol of my father\'s legacy.
But I will face you, strong and brave,
And banish all my fears to the grave.