Skakande, skramlande

My mother used to say
I'm a sensitive girl
My father never said anything
They broke my compass
and they tore my map
But they never took my shoes

Cursed to be walking without a map
Forced to find my way alone
Left on a road with just a pair of shoes
but hey, I put them on

I am led by a finger from far away
Carried by an invisible hand
With the shoes on my feet I walk along
Walking on my way home