Run


As the winds blows through the trees, it sometimes seems to whispers he is calling me
Then when the rain drops falls on the ground it seems itÆs him following me I donÆt stop to see if heÆs behind me I just keep on going he must never find me
He thinks I still belongs to him
So I must run
The sun is sinking from the sky I see a shadow and I think it must be him
Sometime when someone turns their back towards it could just be him
If the telephones ring I donÆt pick it up
If someones knock at the door it must remain shut
What would he do if he found me?
So I must run


Autor(es): CHRISTOPHER FREDERICK ANDREWS