Walking down the middle of the road.
Rain pouring down on the blacktop.
Nothing around but the sound of the toads
And the ocasional pop.
So quiet and clear,
So calm and dear,
The silence is embedded in the mind
Never running out of time,
When you're walking down the middle of the road.
Headlights and spotlights
The silence is broken with the sirens blare.
The night was dark cept for the flicker of yellow and orange.
her family once was bright but now is ashes.
And she's walking down the middle of the road.
No one saw her walk away
Until the day they saw her
Walking down the middle of the road.
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