Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Runaway


I'd lived in Guernsey all my youth
My vacant eyes, the only proof
I'd felt so low, i couldn't stand
As no one took me by the hand 
I knew one day, i'd run away 
No reason here to want to stay 
Left when i was sweet sixteen 
To places i had never been
I'd not been on a train at all
Seen buildings standing high and tall 
Or people of a different race
A smile came to my angry face 
I found myself at home in Leeds 
I gained all that a young man needs
Forgot the place i'd left behind 
A past so cruel, and so unkind
I moved into a caravan 
I'd found myself some freedom, man
I thought that i had everything 
This no one had become a king
And then when i hit 32
I did just what i always do
I packed my bags and left this place
I didn't leave a single trace
You know just how this story ends 
I said goodbye to all my friends 
And travelled south towards the sea 
To find the real me

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