i wanted to go for a walk.
to enjoy the time I had to myself,
not having to worry about anything else,
i wanted to go for a walk.
breathing in the air, so pure and clean,
observing nature, calm and serene,
i wanted to go for a walk.
a walk through the woods, nothing better,
suddenly a girl, all I did was stare at her,
i wanted to go for a walk.
she was injured it seemed, i needed to help,
but what could i do, i’m a miserable whelp,
i wanted to go for a walk.
turning around, back home i went,
after all, i was mentally spent,
i wanted to go for a walk.
turned off the lights, went to bed,
but all through the night, that girl in my head,
i wanted to go for a walk.
i woke the next day, read the paper with dread,
as i had thought some girl was found dead,
i wanted to go for a walk.
the part that is strange, the part that can’t be,
the girl that was found, was not found by me,
i wanted to go for a walk.
If I were able, I would surely cry,
But that is impossible after you die.
I should not have gone for that walk.