The Will to Walk

From the start and beyond

There's no type of rescue

Killing time until caught

Escaping in the only direction he knows

Legs are aching

As he's faking

The will to walk this day

With you

There is an art to these tears

He keeps then small and subtle

Don't want no stickiness

Stuck on to his heart

Leaving

Plenty of clues

Legs are aching

As he's faking

The will to walk this day

With you

Stripped of all safety

Pulling up his knees

Considering his enemies

As they might keep him warm

If only by their presence

In this demanding storm

Legs are aching

As he's faking

The will to walk this day

With you

His legs are aching

As he's faking

The will to walk this day

With you