One, two, one, two....
In, out, in, out....
One foot in front of the other, always running toward tomorrow.
Remnants of the day,
scattered like hay.
Grass covers all,
it muffles my fall.
The earth keeps my secrets,
my guards are the crickets.
Running from the troubles at this hour,
I fall on my face, taste the grass so sour,
I sit in the dark,
long gone is the lark.
Tears glisten in the night,
the path stretches farther than my sight,
I stand up, gotta keep on running.
Passerby scorn me, they keep on walking.
Dump my sorrows on the road,
tomorrow there will surely be more.
In, out.. gotta keep on breathing,
If I stop, the path I'll be leaving.
The path is safe,
outside death awaits,
where equal are all the burdens of sorrow,
gotta keep running toward tomorrow.
