THE GIRL AT THE END OF THE ROAD

THE GIRL AT THE END OF THE ROAD

She walked along the road,
Muffled up in an old army coat
And the wind was snapping at her.
She drew the shawl over her head
And she felt lonesome, her lips like lead.
Rain was drizzling continuously.

She surely knew that she wanted to leave,
Not one ace up her sleeve, it was cold.
She wished she were able to fly
And to leave all that crap far behind.
She gulped back her pain,
She stuck out a thumb in the rain.

She wanted so much to take off,
She was longing for love, she felt cold.
She looked to the sky and was sad.
It was driving her mad.
She was sick
Of walking in the rain
And she knew her flight was in vain.

She wiped her face and she tried to uphold
Her pride against the cold
In her soaking wet army coat.
The girl at the end of the road.


© by Bernd F. Gruschwitz u. Ingo Höricht

Aus dem Album "Numéro Zero" von Mellow Melange