The Runaway
Lucy went to London
She couldn't stay at home
She was a crazy mixed up kid
She felt lost and so alone
When Lucy got to London
The streets weren't paved with gold
She slept in a shop doorway
And shivered in the cold
In the morning she washed in a toilet
In Kings Cross station there
But she couldn't wash the pain away
And nobody seemed to care
She walked the streets of London
Till she could walk no more
She lost all of her dignity
As she sat there on the floor
Then a man approached her
He seemed to be so kind
He bought her a coffee and a meal
He was a stranger but she didn't mind
He said there was a place for her
Somewhere she could stay
And if she would come with him
He'd take her there today
Lucy was so hopeful
As she climbed inside his car
He said that they would be there soon
He said it wasn't far
Lucy looked out of the window
It had begun to rain
She was driven away in that big black car
She was never seen again
There are many kids like Lucy
All they need is hope
We must not let them run away
We must help them cope
Copyright © Denis Briggs | Year Posted 2018
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