The wind is still, merely a breeze
Creatures nesting in the trees
Distant cars on busier roads,
Carrying home their tired loads
The rhythmic thudding of footfall
I walk the road, straight and tall
I'm walking back to face my fate
Cold makes me shiver, It's getting late
I stop, I stand, I am at peace
As I walk alone, at night, the streets.
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