© 2004 Rachel Lynn Sebastian
Walking down the street all alone,
Shadows talking; they tell me not to go home.
I turn around; I can’t go back today.
You see, the shadows know when it’s best to stay away.
There’s trouble at home, trouble in my mind.
There’s nowhere to go, but down;
I can’t go back wish I could fly.
Jammin’ to the tune of the city.
Shadows scammin’; they say they’re out to get me.
I try to run, but I know nowhere to hide.
You see I can’t go back; There’s no one there to take my side.
I’m running away hoping daylight will save me
and take me away from the trouble I’m in.
The shadows are begging to take me;
they say that the trouble is fun and it’s only beginning.
But, I can’t go back.
Imagine the scene: a young teenage runaway walking in the dark on an unlit city sidewalk. They can't see the earth beneath their feet through the tears welling up in their eyes. There is a decision to be made...yet there is trouble and pain in either choice they make...so, they continue walking hoping that daylight will soon come and save them from the lurking shadows. Imagine this. I did.