It is quiet as I walk down the hall.
I know he is there behind that wall.
He will want me at his becon call.
I tell myself that he is just small.
He starts yelling; Not new at all.
He must be thinking he's at a mall.
I must get to him before he falls.
Nervous laughter then the brawl.
Again comes the southern draw.
I have to stay calm and withdraw.
I can't let this be the last straw.
Slowly my composure will thaw.
Shadow strangers but so raw.
