She’s A Running Girl
I don’t know who her parents were,
Her background is hazy,
She never talked about her past,
Because she’s just a running girl,
Never stays in one place too long,
Because she’s just a running girl,
And she was always just born to run.
On the run for something she didn’t do,
Disowned by all those who loved her,
Stabbed in the back and betrayed,
And in a flash she was staring down
The barrel of cops long black gun,
Caught in middle of nowhere,
Condemned for something she didn’t do.
There was a guy once,
Who tired to run with her,
Her got about a mile or so
Before he fell by the wayside,
Unable to carry on,
She didn’t want to leave him,
But she couldn’t stop running.
I know you’ll never stop,
Because you’re a running girl,
Just born to keep moving.
Maybe someday you’ll
Have someone to run with you,
So you won’t be alone.
A running life’s a lonely life,
But it’s the only one you’ve got.
You’re just a running girl,
You were always just born to run.
8/05/06
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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