She walked
It was a cold night in November When she decided to change her ways Throwing down the bottle of tequila She got up from the group that was blazin
Everyone tried to stop her But none of them really cared She knew she was doing the right thing Walking on while the rest stayed scared
Somewhere on her journey She went inside a shop Freezing cold and dizzy She bumped into a cop
She turned and apologized to him For her clumsy ways Then they started a conversation That lasted four years three months and two days
She doesn’t Know why she chose to walk But She thanks God that he made her do it Because the way that she was going
Would have killed her and she knew it
Instead she sits by a warm fire Sipping on her tea Planning out her future Forgetting her history.