Where do i hide, when times get rough, where do I run when things fall apart. I wish I could say I ran to your arms, and hid in your loving embrace, but since I do not know who you are or where you are, I just run, I do not find safe havens in a storm, I do not hide at all, no I continue to run, always searching for you always wanting to stop my desperate run, I thought I found you once in Seattle, but the rain washed you away, I found you for a fleating moment in Cleveland, but a butterfly took you away. I found you again in Chicago, but you where to light and the wind swept you away. So now I keep running and looking, but my eyes see nothing, except for you. I know I may one day fall of exhaustion, but I will not stop, I will crawl then till I find you, but if I do one day stop running, and stop looking, it will be because my heart no longer pumps blood to my legs, and my lungs no longer take in breath, until I find you, only Death will stop my quest.
