The RunawayA Poem by H.M. EccherOriginal date: 5-6-09
As I lay here and watch the moon
I know that I won't be home soon I can do anything I want My freedom I am proud to flaunt I take everything I can and I lay here out on the sand All day long I lay and rest Survival is the ultimate test In the desert at night, it's cold but I'm prepared, I was told I've got coats and hats and shoes My freedom, I just can't lose I've run out of food by now I can't go back, I don't know how I leave my protective dome Please tell my family I want to come home! © 2013 H.M. Eccher |
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