In the darkest of dark nights,
I walk home alone.
The rain pours outside,
And the roads are covered in wet snow;
It's better than ice,
But there's no longer any use for my cleats.
When you walk home alone in Alaska,
After a very late shift at work,
With nothing to light the way but an LED flashlight,
And nothing with you for protection,
You become very paranoid.
You jump at almost every unfamiliar sound.
You are extremely tempted to speak or sing to yourself,
Just to give yourself some sort of comfort.
All the while,
You're wishing someone was by your side to talk to,
To protect you,
To hold your hand
just so you're not alone.