Walking Story
WALKING STORY
Written By: Levin Schwartz
When I go out walking late at night.
I keep to the grass until I get out of sight.
And slowly creep on by the source of the light.
I slip out through the side corridor.
In the background I hear the moody tenor.
Of the low rumble, of the waves lapping up on the shore.
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I sing a sorry song softly,
With no one to hear my walking story,
In the still of the night, I am just a silhouette
In the moonlight.
I feel the nights
dew on the grass
Barefoot and open free to
choose my own path
On this midnight ramble,
freein’ the ghosts
from my path.
The night is lighter
Much more than before
I guess I found what I came looking for
The sweet summer
Breeze blows me
Back, but not before,
Chorus