Tug

<br>Little miss runs away.<br>Didn`t think you would ever come back.<br>As I turned my head.<br>I find my newest complication.<br>She won`t run.<br>Won`t fall.<br>She don`t talk to.<br>Anyone at all.<br>Am I your sleepless dream?<br>Can I whisper soft advice?<br>Am I the wind rush through the trees?<br>Turning leaves of observation.<br>She won`t run.<br>And won`t fall.<br>She don`t talk to.<br>Anyone at all.<br>River rushes towards.<br>A south city left behind.<br>The Tug is moving at a walking pace.<br>Slithering up her spine.<br>I won`t run.<br>I won`t fall.<br>I don`t talk to.<br>Anyone at all.