Running Home

“Oh God” he cried as his feet made haste
He was running for his life as the shooter gave chase
Two by two bullets whizzed by his head
He screamed with all his might, “Please oh God, ah doh want to dead”
He was running for his son’s life and his daughter’s life
He was running for his children’s mother, the girl who he so often cheated on
But always swore one day she would become his wife
He was running for his Mother, she died begging him to be a good boy
He was running for a second chance, he would give his children happiness and joy
He was running so he could do it all again, but this time the right way
He was running so that next time he would go to church, give to charity and pray
So he ran and ran till his feet hurt; was the shooter still there? He wasn’t sure
So he looked around, stopped out of breath to rest, then began to run some more

Life isn’t about arriving at your destination but how you get there
Life isn’t about destroying what gives you a scare but overcoming that fear
As he ran he thought about many things and now believed he understood
The great life he thought he was living was really one that was no good
Now he was running and stumbling down a long and twisted road
Then looking up he realized he had finally reached his home
RIP

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