We all run from something in our mind at times
We will always have those days of painful memories
All we want to do is escape.
She could see the fog as it was billowing forth
The wind had whipped through her; it came in from the north
The smell of salt in the water was acrid to her nose
The feel of the water spray dripping down to her toes
Standing on the deck headed for the gateway
Returning from the boat now docked by the bay
Finally, she sprung free from the constraints she had endured
Her hand slid, rubbing the area where the pain occurred
Free at last, she could escape
Running winds flying through her cape
Don’t look back
At the attack
Run ahead as fast as you can
Away from man’s inhumanity to man
Escape from a painful past
Where you’ll find peace at last
Life has good days and bad
Don’t let it drive you mad
Painful memories are like dungeon chains
Trying to steal you away, but your sanity remains
So run and don’t ever revisit this place
Daily fight to stay in the race
Up ahead is a true friend so, take his hand
He will secure your place in a peaceful new land
