Have you ever just thought running out of the door
If I ran far away to some far distant shore
Would anyone miss me or care just a fig
If I ran out the door and made off on that gig.
And would you get part way along the long road
When you stood back and wondered how heavy your load
Whether it was worth all of the heartache you’d cause
By running away without stopping to pause.
It’s likely that folks would be terribly sad
If you just ran away, which really is bad
As it seems to me that we all have a place
If we look hard enough we will see a face
That is kindly and loving and cares just for us
But tends to hold back as they don’t like a fuss…
©Joe Wilson – Somebody cares…2016