Running From War

by Mike McTavish


Power beyond compare
To talk about it
I do not dare
But maybe I will run
Past all the bullets
Of his gun
Sudden burst of pain
In my stomach and my leg
I've been shot, and shot again
But my power
Does not come from here
It seems to be all gone
I try to remember a song
That was long in my head
Blasting away
All noise is gone
Like running away
Courage I'm getting
But power is gone
I know what I'm doing
I know it's wrong
I run
Try to find a meadow
Leave me for dead
But when I look up
All I see is lead



© October 2003 Mike McTavish



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