Running through dead fields,
passing trees and fences,
running, panting.
Can't stop, won't stop.
running with a heavy heart,
lungs screaming for mercy.
Keep running, don't stop.
Stop and die, stop and die.
Stop and there you shall stay for eternity,
elected into an early grave.
It's always easier to run,
it's always easier to run.
Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008
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