run away

there was a train
and it was midnight
there was a choice
and we planned a runaway

pack up our things
wrote a note that said goodbye
the breeze when we ran
maybe freedom does not lie

please take us away to a place
where dreams they hold on and embrace
and words are from hearts welded to
promises held between me and you

we’ll make this all count our escape
to cherish to hold through the rain
lets board now this midnight train
and hope,
hope our love begins…

(this one was written to a tune but until I get a good enough recording then I’d put it up.)


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