Running
The light is dying in the evergreen grove
Among the trees and in darkness you rove
You hear a twig snap in the dark
Fear and darkness leaves it's mark
Running Running
You run through trees and miles of black
Your face is cut and your lips start to crack
Blood drips down and lands on your lips
Pain fills your legs and spreads to your hips
Running Running
Why are you running, is something there
Or are you too scared to even care?
The night is cruel and leaves you blind
But anything's better than what's behind
Running Running
You know the truth, but you dare not turn
So you run through miles of tree and of fern
The darkness grips at your heart and soul
You trip and fall in an empty hole
Running Running
You're forced to stop, you can run no more
You await your fate on the forest floor
Time seems to stop and you face the truth
The thing you were running from is you
Running Running out of time
To choose your path and make up your mind
You need new life and despise your past
It's time to change your future at last
You cannot run from your past anymore
You pick yourself up off the forest floor
You walk back out and into new light
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