My Little Red Shoes

He taught her about baseball. She told him stories from her childhood, back in Iran. This last summer she left like every other summer before, to make a difference in the world, but this time, she couldn’t come home.

This is his love letter. It’s one of many. The home they made for themselves here in the states is just a shell now. All he has left of her are her stories.

Of all the stories she taught him, this was the one he remembered the most. And from that point on, he was her “Mr. Mouse.” She was his “Khale Suske.” She was his “Little Red Shoes…”

“My Little Red Shoes

My Little Onion Clothes

Walking down the street

Where are you going?

My Little Red Shoes

No One knows

Why you walk that bank alone

When the river is growing

You never cared for rough terrain

So it’s no surprise that you took your time

Played the game with much refrain

When the Baker brought you kisses, oh, so sweet

You never met his lips, knowing all too well

That his sugar was a cheat

And when the Tailor made you gifts of finery

You smiled, ‘thank you, sir, they’re beautiful,

but they’re really not for me.’

Then it was my turn

What could I offer

A Queen stay with me?

My pockets are empty

My house is hole in wall

In a broken town

But I’d love your company

My Little Red Shoes

My Little Onion Clothes

You make my life complete

Why are you going away?

My Little Red Shoes

Guess I’ve always known

Your place is out beyond

These walls of slow decay

You learned to brave the rough terrain

So it’s no surprise that you led the fight

Never flinching from the pain

When the Horseman knocked upon my door today

To claim your charge was treason

I knew I couldn’t stay

And when the Mad King, with your name upon his lips

Declared an act of vengeance

From his fleet of battleships

I knew it was my turn

To rally and let burn

The House of Ahriman

I gathered the Freefolk

The nameless and Winged Ones

From far they’ve come

We seize the ships at dawn

My Little Red Shoes

My Little Onion Queen

This Mousey Boy of yours

His heartache is growing

My Little Red Shoes

No one really knows

Why I walk that bank alone

When the river keeps growing”