The Run

I was a child on the run,
praying hard i would not fail
growing older than my age
on a long forgotten trail
now I’m a man on the climb
I’ve been running strong on hope
but this mountain’s getting taller,
and I’m running out of rope
I’ve been drifting through the years,
towards the only place I know,
but the road only gets longer
the farther on I go
I was a child with a plan
I would sail so far away,
and I would find the other side,
but that day, it never came
now I man out to sea
in a slowly sinking boat
now the water’s getting deeper,
and I never learned to float