The Sun

We were so young

when I ran away.

To my fears I clung.

When the night turned into day

I didn't come back.

But I sure did pray.

When I left I didn't pack.

I only brought my regret and fears.

They barely fit into my pockets.

And then I look at the sun.

I think it shines for you

the morning after I run.

I know that what I do

isn't the best thing for me

But it sure feels good to feel the sun

and know you're looking at me.