Colin F. Jones

RUN

Run, run, run – yet you stand still:
From yourself you cannot flee,
And all the pain that you instil,
All your friends in you can see.
What is the truth that you defend,
It is your own truth you must seek,
For on anger you cannot depend,
It just makes your future bleak.
Run away, Oh run away,
But it will not set you free,
Better it would be for you to stay,
And leave pride where it should be.
For anger is simply not the way,
To cut ties with your friends and me.