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KINDRA SPIRITT

RUNAWAY
By: RUNAWAY
Mood: Full of life
Date: Jan 25, 2014
Music: None


IT'S THE WORLD... SO CALL ME A REFUGE FAR AWAY FROM HOME.

IT'S MY NIGHT... IT'S MY MOON RISING HIGH ABOVE THE SEA.

NEVER WERE THE COLORS THAT BLEW FOR ME.

THEY GOT EARS LIKE COTTON AND A VOICE LIKE WATER...

ALWAYS RUNNING... ALWAYS SAYING..."TO LISTEN, TO LISTEN, TO LISTEN"

AND GHOSTS GO... I DON'T EVER HEAR YOU SO QUIT BABBLING.

HA! GHOSTS ARN'T CRAZY LIKE I AM.

SAY " LOOK, LOOK THE TENT OF GOD IS WITH MANKIND"

MANKIND TRIES HARD TO CATCH THE STARS.

THEY TAKE MY SKY AWAY EVERY NIGHT.

THEN I SAY.... " SOMEDAY YOU WILL SEE HIS... MAYBE HER

MAYBE FIRE'S EYE BECKONING FOR ME TO BURN.

WHEN SIN SO SIMPLY TAKES ME TO NEVER EVER AGAIN LAND.

THAT'S WHEN I KNOW THAT NO DRUG CAN SAVE ME.

THEN MAYBE I WILL REALIZE THAT I ,TOO, COULD HAVE BEEN SAVED.

THEN MAYBE EVERYONE WILL SEE WHILE THEY ARE BEING THRILLED.

RAINBOWS HAPPEN... IT WAS PROOF ENOUGH FOR ME

THAT THE COLORS WERE REAL... IT'S NOT HOW KILLERS FEEL.

SAD TO FEEL MYSELF DYING EVERY DAY

AND BELIEVING THAT SOME INDIAN SPIRIT WILL COME AND SAY... HIGH

H.I.G.H TO ME.

SAD TO BELIEVE A MERCHANTS FAIRY TALE

WHEN I CAN'T COMPREHEND THE MEANING OF LOVE.

WHEN I CAN NEVER SAY... LOVE.

EVIL EYES TELL THE WORLD... " I WANT TO TELL YOU ABOUT A LEADER "

INNOCENT CHILDREN LISTEN WITH A HEART THAT IS CRYING FOR A SAVIOR.

THATS ONE OTHER WAY TO DIE... SUICIDE?... LETS KILL THEM ALL

IN THEIR WORLD OF BLACK FIRE.

LETS PERSUADE THE SINNERS TO PERSUADE THE CHILDREN.

THAT WAS THE DEATH OF A MERCHANT.

MAYBE IT'S NOT KIND TO WRITE OF DEATH... IT'S NOT KIND TO KILL.

BLIND MEN NEVER KNOW.

I CAN'T MAKE THIS SCRIPT HAPPY... I CAN'T MAKE THIS A SONG.

IS IT TRUE OR IS IT A LIE?

I THINK THEY LIE TO CHILDREN ABOUT FAIRIES.

I HAD HOPED THAT I COULD MEET A FAIRY

AND BECOME PART OF THEIR MAGIC.

IT WAS MY DREAM... WAS I WRONG?

SO... SO TAKE MY DRUG AWAY FOREVER

WHAT COULD YOU EVER KNOW ABOUT DREAMING.

MAKE A DAY PRODUCTIVE... AND I DO... I WRITE LEGENDS.

I COULD BELIEVE IN LIGHT... BUT IT JUST NEVER SEEMS

AND I WONDER WHY I NEVER RUN OUT OF WORDS

WHEN A TRAIN IS COMING AND I'M TIED TO THE RAIL.

TIES IS A DIFFERENT WORD THAN THESE... TIES ARE ALL AROUND ME

EITHER IN COFFINS OR FALLING FAST.

I'M NOT TALKING LOVE HERE... IT NEVER MEANT.

I WAS A TIGER ONCE

IN MY DREAMS THAT THE POLITICIANS STOLE AWAY

WHEN THEY STARTED THEIR LITTLE WAR.

I DON'T MIND AT ALL... YOU CANNOT TAKE THIS WORLD AWAY.

YOU CANNOT CONTROL IT... YOU CAN'T EVEN CONTROL YOURSELF.

CAN'T I MOAN ONCE IN A WHILE

BECAUSE YOU COVER MY SUN WITH THE BLACK YOU NEVER WANT.

WELL THAT'S FUNNY... YOU CREATE IT EVERYDAY IN YOU STEEL MILL.

AND YOU TREAD WAVES.... THATS OK

I AM FEARLESS WHEN THAT RAIN COMES... THAT KIND OF RAIN.

BUT THEY SAY..." SHE'S A GODDESS "

AND NO ONE WAS EVER THAT PERFECT.

I WAS WALKING LINES...

THE KIND THAT CHANGE LIKE THE TIDES.

KINDRA CONNELL!

(1993)