A Ghost Town

A battered wife

 

I ran with my life

 

Not sure of where I was going to

 

So afraid of where I'd been

 

Not looking back

 

I ran as fast as I could

 

Headed for a ghost town

 

Searching strange faces

 

I seemed to have gotten lost

 

In the crowd

 

But I couldn't hide the bruises that I wore

 

My bleeding heart cried out "I am a survivor!"

 

 

Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

An easy read on a diffucult subject...
I love this part, especially:
Headed for a ghost town
Searching strange faces
I seemed to have gotten lost
In the crowd

[Charles D. Moorer]

this is very touching and sadly all too often too true.