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Created on: November 06, 2009 Last Updated: March 22, 2012
Getting Away
You're
getting
away
'Can't take
it anymore
Once you
step outside
you will be
closing the door
for
good
But that
is how
you want it
With jacket
zipped up tight
Train
ticket
in your
pocket
Getting
away
From the misery
and despair
A cold breeze
is blowing
and its cutting
through your hair
But
you
don't
care
Don't even feel
the breeze
All your life
you have fought
against the
cold
winter
freeze
That
is
the
sum -
the climate
of your
fear
When every
passing year
brought the same
bitter
tears
of desolation
Why
does
he
cause
you
pain?
Hitting you
again
as your mother
felt the
strain
She
couldn't
stop
him
Only cry out
in her shame
Hitting you
Cursing you
Call you
nasty names
But
you
grew
up
Began
to hit
right
back
But now
you're tired
of fighting
Too tired
too
attack
anymore
You just
want
to
get
away
You love
your mother
but you
know you
cannot
stay
She packs
your bags -
and gives you
what she's got
With tears
in her eyes,
she hugs you
on the spot
And then
you leave...
early
morning
grey
Satchel on
your back
and into
mists
you stray
One
glance
back
and then
you're gone
On an
Inter-City train
from
the
window
you
gaze
on
Lost in thought
You lose all track
of time
And a
hundred
miles away
a mother
lays her head
and cries...
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