Runaway

She Is Sitting In The Corner

A Crucifix In Her Hand

And Blood For Tears.

Its Raining Broken Hearts

Inside.

Nothings Changed After

All These Years:

Still The Same Girl Her Daddy Knew,

The Same Girl Her Mother Grew.

Even After All She Has Been Through,

She Still Is That Sweet, Loving,

Little Girl.

Except,

Outside A Car Is Warming Up,

To Race Her Away,

To Another Man,

Another Destination,

Without The Faces

That She Cares For.

Her Crucifix Too Is Bleeding

Tears.

No One Knows Better Than Her

What Directions Next.

Her Thumb Only Knows Cruel Thoughts.

East Or West It Matters Not,

She Is Living On Hope

With Prayers For Thoughts.