Running , running through long grass
Feet pounding step after step as the years pass.
Tiny wee flowers grow stretching up their beautiful faces to show.
Running, running, from what do you flee
Is it memories or is it fear,is it anger , tell me what d you see.
Running , running the sun is going down
Her last rays highlight your face in a frown
Running , running will you ever reach home
Is that where you are headed or are you running away to be on your own.
Someone or something is following you
Slowly they are gaining , just what will you do.
willowdot21 
