The Walk Ver3

The Walk part 1 Tired of it all The bottle empty did fall On the third floor I looked out Skeptical Of the distance Fatal or just painful? I have had enough pain Looking out, it began To rain For my final walk I took an umbrella I was that kinda fella Strolling down the avenues and streets The bridge called Freedom nearing my weary feet I walked up and halfway across Looking at the darkness swirling in my head The river I am sure would consume me dead So I jumped The Bridge part 2 Over to the side, as a car flashed by Why that was close, close to die As I stared down the murky river black I decided not now I will walk on back On the avenue called Destiny A robber jumped out Your money or your life! He cried I had left my wallet at home you see Not thinking an identity would matter much to me The robber seemed to disbelieve As the gunshot rang out I fell on top of my own irony So I jumped Walking Back Home part 3 Up Brushed off my coat He was a bad aim and was not about Ran off scared into the city night Even robbers, are born with fright I was none the worse for the wear Couldn’t wait to climb up those three floors of stairs The sanctuary of my solitary lair Death was just not in the cards tonight Rum and the rabbit Left to fill me with delight My drunken stupor, I fell asleep in my chair Until with a jolt, tumbled onto the cold hard floor With drunken flair Death was in the air So I jumped