It's easy to turn your back on those who care we do it every day.
Only to chase after dreams and the games that strangers love to play.
How easy it is to take for granted the the ones who sit and wait.
Only to return finding it to be to late.
Returning to an empty house where love used welcome you.
Now sitting alone in the dark wondering what to do.
Maybe opening your eyes to the lies you have been told.
Instead of chasing rainbows for that imaginary pot of gold.
Throw away your running shoes and choose not to stray.
Because believe it or not those who love you can also walk away.
