Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems

rebels

We run bare foot on concrete
To catch the rising sun
The morning air is cold and sweet
Inside of our youthful lungs

We ponder running away
But we'd never dare
Still, we'd rather be
Anywhere but here

"We'll get out of here some day"
You say with a grin
"When we do we'll look back,
And remember this conversation"