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Head in her hands as she sobbed
The tears ran down her face
Big drops fell to the pavement
Each with a steady pace.
So lost and alone, she seemed
She poured her heart out to no one
The curb was her home for the moment
The weight on her shoulders, a ton.
She spoke few words between her cries
About not fitting in and fits of rage
I wanted to hug her pain away
Protect her in a pretty golden cage.
She just wanted to be understood
Loved if only for a day
Little girl lost in big scary world
The sad face of the runaway.
The story behind The Runaway.
Early this morning, 3:30 a.m. I saw a young girl sitting on the curb at a gas station. The man working there had been talking to her and from first impressions, it looked like they knew each other. When the attendant went inside to ring up our gas order, I stayed in the car and heard the most painful sobbing. At first, I didn't even recognize it as such, but when my boyfriend got back in the car, he told me that she was indeed sobbing. While he was inside, the attendant told my boyfriend her story and said he had to call the police to report her as a runaway. She told him she didn't have anywhere else to go, so that was his only choice. I sure hope she got the help she needed and I pray that she's safe tonight.