There are kids that run

The ones that are strays

These are the kids

That we call runaways

They run from their pain

Because it’s all they know

They never once learned

To use their pain to grow

One runs from the sounds

The screams and the shouts

The breaking of glass

From which fear seeps out

Two run from the past

From a fight gone wrong

The memory of that gun

Like a deafening song

Three run from the scene 

That unfolded under the stars

The one where their brother

Succumbed to his scars

Four run from their fate

But there is no escape

It always catches up

Taking on an evil shape

Five run from hidden pains

The deep, mental kind

Which tears them each apart

Destroys their very minds

All these kids run off

From horrors in the night

Since they weren’t taught

To turn back and fight

These are the kids

Each called ‘runaway’

They run to escape

To survive another day