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."