By Mary Higgins
Down the road, through the park,
At the bus stop after dark,
Swooping high, swinging low,
Knowing now you have to go.
No regrets, no goodbyes,
Watch the stars go wheeling high,
Backpack on, change in hand,
Bus is full, but glad to stand.
Hope is now, hope is near,
Hope will keep you far from here,
Count the stops, watch the street,
Hope is burning you complete.
Out the door, to the cool,
Met them now, accept the rule.
Follow close, bask in light,
Everything will be alright.
Through the door, meet the group,
Hear the news, get the scoop,
This is truth, this is real,
This is how you’re meant to feel.
Doors are closed, windows barred,
Safe inside, they heal the scarred.
All is well, for tonight,
Come tomorrow, feel the bite.