Honey babe <br />Give me one last kiss <br />My feet are gonna take me down <br />Across the sunken ground <br />Through the mist <br /> <br />And if the mist is thick <br />And whether through the mist I see demons <br />No one's gonna know I am weak <br />And no one's gonna use my weapons <br />But me <br /> <br />There're still self life bodies that lay here under <br />And maybe stronger than the most <br />But their courage - once like thunder <br />It is lately in a hurry for leaving <br />And their strenght goes getting lost <br />Until their only purpose consists of hoping and dreaming <br /> <br />I can expect for their help and perish waiting <br />I can only stand on my feet and face the demons fighting <br />They can just not see me on my knees and praying <br />Which is plain to understand: they must be thinking <br />That with their own common demon I am dealing<br /><br />Albert Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/demons-on-my-path/
