"Walk" genre: Pop Vocals
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	A passionate ballad about painful childhood and adolecent memories.
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	Story Behind the Song An exploration of painful childhood and adolecent memories, expressed via this simple and melodic piece. It deals with difficult issues such as achololism, abuse, and runaway children. This song was written and recorded in Minneapolis, MN in 1993. Lyrics It's 3AM in the morning, there's my father at the door It looks as though he's been drinking, just like the night before He raised his hand into the air, he held his fist up high While I hid under the covers, wishing that I could die CHORUS: And I walk, and I walk, I walk the straight white line I walk, and I walk, I walk the straight white line Why is this happening, I'm afraid to be alive I don't understand what I've done wrong, at the tender age of five But he comes storming in and I stay down, pretending to be asleep I hear the awful things he says, but I don't let out a peep CHORUS So I walk out the door, into the night, not knowing where to go But I walk strong and I walk long, the streets become my home My attitude it guides me, into a new life on my own I bury the pain, I drown the hurt, From which I have grown CHORUS I look back into my past, and feel so much pain The relentless poundings, my mother stayed to claim My only wish is to be heard, so this won't hurt as much To the many children, who remain in the clutch CHORUS

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