Strolling with you

Rolling down the street, 

with you at my side.

A coin flipped and your eyes shine,

Another time for life.

Strolling down the path, 

with you at my side.

Watching from the tree line,

Seeing those lives,

Walking down the alley,

with you at my side.

Looking through soulful windows,

A visage of a glowing face and hooded visage.

Jogging down the track,

with you at my side.

We see that coin flip again. 

I take the unmoving bundle and send it to a better place.

Rolling down the street, 

with you at my side.

Another coin flip and your eyes shine.

Again we watch those windows, pick up those bundles, and flip the coin.