Nowhere to Run

Nowhere to Run

Ohh, where
you gonna
go

There is
no place
to hide
and run

Amazin run
of Survival

With its
pangs on
you

The strike
brings blood
and pain

And then
the hands
of love

On it
bring the
glow

Life’s chain
in its
flow

You a
bead

Must yellow
& mellow

The red
fiery fire
in you

Extinguishes
on your
bday

Rest is
all history

Wiped out
with you

Caution: This might be all theory

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