Just a little kid,
Running from their fears,
Trying to forget what the world did,
Trying to hold back their tears;Run away, run away,
Don't let these dark little things ruin your day,
For there is more to see,
There's more to be,
Just close your eyes and see;See yourself on your way,
Finding yourself a home faraway,
Where heroes are real and want to bring back order,
Villains were the victims who's stories were never told before,
There's a village looking for a strong leader,
And once you look over that nightmare mill,
You might find your glass castle on the hill;Just close your eyes and feel the magic in you,
Forget everything that was tragic to you,
And now that you know what to do,
You have nothing to lose;Because you'll be on your way,
Found yourself a home far away,
Where heroes are real and want to bring back order,
Villains were the victims who's stories were never told before,
There's a village looking for a strong leader,
And once you look over that nightmare mill,
You'll find your glass castle on the hill;Go run to your glass castle on the hill;
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Life is Life.
PoetryJust little props (poems/songs) I've written to open the eyes. *I don't own any of the media work (art, etc)