Running in full stride To a place along the wooded trail Running for my place to hide Hidden in the dale...
An eagle soaring high and honey bee's passing by, with their sweet smelling nectar and boys named Hector....
She waits for him to come through the door. To play with her like a million times before. She waits but it will never be....
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