Sunday, January 10


Charing Cross Road, 1937 by Wolfgang Suschitzky

Run away
Run away from all your fears
Run away
Leave behind your trail of tears

Where're you going, runaway?
Can you really leave?
What's that shadow creeping?
Will it pounce suddenly?

I'm running home to safety
I'm running to reprieve
There're second chances somewhere
To find them, I must seek

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