The trees wisper, <br />with following eyes, <br />as I run through the woods like a brid in the sky <br /> <br />Smelling the sweet wind <br />Washing mt face <br />Looking back, nothing but hate <br /> <br />Pushing forward <br />Never stopping <br />I run and run <br />Away from were I came from<br /><br />Xanadu Trevino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/running-away-25/
