In the halls,

I am the girl in boots

the girl who smiles as she walks by

the girl who stops as your books topple to the floor.

What they see is a country girl,

stubborn as a mule

proud like the farmer with a successful harvest

strong as a thousand men

refreshing as a dip in the creek

sweet as a just ripe apple from the tree

as helpful as a steady rain in a drought.

What they do not see,

is the heartache and the emotional strain 

that she carries with her everyday

they can not see the scars on her heart

that she keeps so carefully hidden.

All they see are those dusty boots

that just keep walkin'

no matter what socks she is wearin'