Posted by: Osmyn | April 2, 2008

Runaway

A dream propelled me to a troubled past

No hope, no love, only living each day

When I kissed my wife it was mere routine

Grab a duffel and fill it with my clothes

Why not take that bottle of beer along

It will be good to drink tonight to freedom

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