Runaway

Runaway child,
Sitting on the old bench of the snowy park
Had a big fight with Mama,
Don't want to go home.
Barely wearing anything warm
To cover from the cold
Runaway child,
Trying to salvage pride
Avoid the next blow that'll come
When the runaway goes home...
Home...
Home...

Shivering, the wind is biting,
But harsher still are Mama's words
Runaway thinks
Mama don't love me
Daddy won't ever come home
What shall I do?
Mama, why don't you just love me,
Daddy why won't you just come home...

Runaway child
Walking the snowy park alone
Shivering and cold
But Mama's words come from home...
Stinging, worse than the cold are Mama's words...
And they're at home...
Home...
Home...

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