Runaway


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St. Michael’s name, hung above the door
A ward, where swaddled babies are born
The archangel, prince of gods strength
Failed to protect a child at swords length

Runaway, run, run, runaway

Find me, running through my mind
Lost in a world occupied by time
Caught in a trap, controlled by a madman
Who rocked the cradle, damned

Runaway, run, run, runaway

Ridiculed, made to be the fool
How it was at home, was at school
Left alone, except when anger flares
Sought out the weakest, I was always there

Runaway, run, run, runaway

Ninety-eight pounds in the sixteenth year
Urged enough courage to disappear
Nothing but a door left open in the cold
No goodbyes on a tear stained note

Runaway, run, run, runaway

Frostbite bit the very first night
Found me exposed, filled with fright
The ER was buzzing my ears were burning
Child services were mentioned, returning

Runaway, run, run, runaway

Hid during the day, roamed about in the dark
Scraps of food always found in the park
So too, were street gangs in camp
Plotting a crime beneath a burned out lamp

Runaway, run, run, runaway

Shelters were for the old
Filled with the stench of mold
Lonely souls looking for comfort
Even a boy was made to suffer

Runaway, run, run, runaway

Years pass by, alone, my way
Solitaire, the only game I play
Ashamed of who I am, you see
Waiting for death, to come to me

Runaway, run, run, runaway

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