• Twigs and Burs,
    Pierce my skin.
    Deeper than flesh,
    Cutting down within.

    Dashing through trees,
    I'm trying to escape.
    Pushing the truth away,
    For I know this is my fate,

    I know you're on the other side!
    Waiting for me there!
    I will see you one last time,
    Before they take me elsewhere.

    I hear them behind me,
    Yelling for me to halt!
    But I only run faster,
    This is their fault!

    I then see you before me,
    Staring with plea.
    How could I have misunderstood..
    I'll actually never be free.

    Yet I fall in your arms,
    And hold you tight.
    They'll wretch me from your grasp,
    But not without a fight.

    Here I go again,
    Losing everything.
    'Cause when anything goes well,
    Is when the problems spring.