I wish I had a reason to run,
A reason to hide from what hasn't been done.
I want to escape from those that don't see
The glimmer of hope inside of me.
I always think that I can show
Who I am and everyone know
That I am here, body and mind
But I always get left behind.
People that I thought could see
The glimmer of hope inside of me
Were only using me, I fear,
As a pastime, until they changed gears.
Now again I am alone
Looking for a way to get home.
The spark of hope lit in my soul
Is nearly extinguished; is this your goal?
