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Jan 2015
It starts at the light
You sit there waiting
It's 3 am
You swear you have a reason for being out this late
The streets are all empty
Except for one street singer
Singing the words of a song your father used to sing
You set the car in park
And start walking towards this nameless man
His voice of an angel
Calms the demons in your head
You stand there and close your eyes
As childhood memories fly by
Of you and your father
How he used to pull out his guitar
And play this very song as a lullaby
You slowly open them back up
The tears and the winters night air leaves your face cold
You toss the man a few dollars
And turn to leave
But the man stops you in your tracks and says
"Son, whatever's eating at you
It'll all soon pass"
You return a smile
Walk back to your car
And continue on
Driving in the Dark
Mitchell Mulkey
Written by
Mitchell Mulkey  America
(America)   
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