Walk Me Home

A simple night, cold and rainy.

Walking home, the leg is pain-ee.

Knees start to buckle, can't crack a smile.

Walking home alone, cramping my style.

I need a car to drive, no more body pain for me.

Filling it up with fuel, take me where I need to be.

Wishful thinking because of pain, walking home drives me insane.

Noises coming from the alley-way.

I can hear people from apartments and what they have to say.

I'll walk a bit faster, but not too fast to run.

I will walk in the light, so I will be seen by someone.

Two blocks from home, not a soul in sight.

Cook and relax is what I plan for the night.

One more block and I am almost there.

Dumpster singers are starting to stare.

Even though I am limping and seems like I am about to fall.

As I step in my door, this will erase it all.

Key turns, chambers slide, door open with a subtle moan.

I have never been so happy to say "I made it home."