Craig J. Hansen

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Running From My Own

They say you’ve grown
I know it’s been a long time
Left a message on your phone
To tell your mom I’m doing fine.

They say you have lots of friends
Did I hear that now you’re driving?
To make amends
Where would I begin?

When I was your age
I left home, forever
That became my way
To move along
Running from my own.

If we could meet
There’s so much I could tell you
But I’d let you speak
And I’d listen to every word.

What I should seek
Is a home, forever
But what I need
Is to hear you again.


©2022 Craig J. Hansen