She said she yearned for adventure,
To discover the great unknown,
But she needed to escape the pressure
And sought a new place to call home.
The bags she packed were lighter
Than the ones beneath her eyes.
But even then she was a fighter,
Driving ‘til she saw pink skies.
Her destination was a place
Where no one knew her name;
Somewhere it was hard to trace
Her past and all that shame.
She tells herself that she’s content
Living here in this new town,
Though she struggles with the rent
And still wakes with a frown.
The thing that keeps her up at night,
That makes it hard to stay
Is the doubt that she was ever right
In deciding to run away.