Turning Of The Screw

As I walked down a lonely street With a bit of winter still fresh in the air Strange faces I suddenly do greet Then I remembered about someone for whom I did care, I once was passive, but then I became a fighter Just because of the deeds and acts of one soul Oh how I wished instead I was still a writer Then that pain and anguish more easily I could let go, Some men are forced to do either wrong or right But then they seem to carry not much of a load They surrender their ways and also their might But then not none of us will walk the very same road, Now sadly when I look into a mirror I will see a person that I thought I never knew But then I will reflect back to that hate and fear I then will be wearing another man's shoe, From troubles I wish I could just walk away As to no one do I have anything ever to prove But still I will fight and my ground I will stay And all because, of the turning of the screw. RANDY L.McCLAVE