The Runaway

The Runaway out in the street was sick of it all packed my bags and left the people were very cold had to sleep in the shelter grabage everywhere near cot the smell of urine in the night tossing and turning was there something I forgot smoked a little weed I had in my pocket nothing could numb the pain from humanities insanity during the day I would go to the soup kitchen never could make my belly full always growling had enough of the shelter was fed up so I then discovered the tent city stole a tent from the salvation army life was still so very shitty would go fishing down by the creak fish were scarce cause many bums would take a leak but I choose to go it alone wherever I lay my head was my home until the day I met with a local preacher noticing my life was being lived as a late night double feature with head bowed down I chose to give my life to the Lord promising to live on his every word as I look back now those many years ago I'm very thankful that I was willing to change my road.