There Will Come a Day
I gaze out my window
at the passing cars.
I wonder where they're going
and who they are.
I wish I could be
along for the ride.
If it was only that easy
to run away and hide.
I'm hoping and praying
there will come a day
when someone comes
to take me away.
With them, I would run
and never look back.
Not even to see
how they would react.
Copyright © Kristin Carter | Year Posted 2005
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