Why must you run ahead of me,
Do you not know, that I am here,
Walking beside you?
When you cry at night,
Do you feel me dry your tears?
When it storms, do you know
That I am your shelter?
My dear child,
Can you feel my love surround you?
What is it that makes you run from me?
Can you not see,
That I am there
Walking beside you?
Come back to me, dear child,
And walk beside me.
© 2002 Jamey Mills.
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