HALF WAY THERE

She like the stars in the sky.
She wathches the moonlight go by.
Troubles stay at home.
Can`t carry with them no more.
Try to smile.
But they cry.
Sunny days, enemies for life.
Most of the time walking on the edge of a knife.

See them laughing.
About nothing.

Walkingdown this road.

Carrying their heavy load.