I was a child who tried running away
What is so humorous about that?
You tell the story again and again
And entertain our guests
You tell the memory as you remember it
Which is far from correct
I corrected you once
Yet you still seem to forget
my backpack I used that day
I exited the gate
And made my way down the street
I was a child
So of course I turned to see
If anyone came for me
My heart shattered
no one came for me
Nowhere to go
I sat with tears in my eyes
My mother came out
You think I would be relieved
I tried to flee
Her hands found my backpack
I was too late
I kicked and cried
Past our neighbor we went
I wonder what went through his mind..
Did he hear my cries as I went inside?
Or like my siblings
Did he not care
My mother took me to my room
A brush she held in her hand
Quite glad it wasn\'t the belt
Didn’t change a thing
It hurt the same
Now go ahead
Tell that to our guests
I was a child who tried runny away
What is so humorous about that?
-Phoenix