Other Side Of Midnight

by

Mark Ian Martin

He jumped the wall
with a gun in his hand
only a boy,he say's he's a man
running in the dark,with no place to hide
from the lights searching around
and the hounds that cry

He is running from a sentence
he believes in his rights
ten years is too long
too long is ten nights
he's heard a boat leaves,at one a.m
he keeps out the way,to wait for then

The boy is running
running for the other side of midnight
his gun is polished,to protect him
from the dogs,he is running
but he knows that he's got to keep out of sight
keep on running,running for the other side of midnight

The tourches glow around his head
but he can't cry,if he does
he knows he might as well die
the hounds are sniffing
they are getting closer
he holds his breath
or just kiss his ass goodbye

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Shepherd Boy
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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