Slipping away with bag packed tight
Greyhound north fighting darkest night
In early teens, half scared to death
Running away, now out of breath
Where’d brother go, what do you know?
Up to the farm to lay down low
Don’t know much more than I just told
Anymore news I must withhold
Down farm roads calling out his name
What have we done, who is to blame?
What if he’s hurt, or worse than that?
In this moment, we’ll just say brat
Boldly atop a poplar tree
Now feeling like an abductee
Nervous to drop, dear price to pay
Now in the clear, no will to stay
Feet peddling fast to grandma’s place
Dark setting in, a faster pace
Tears greet the ground, arms reach out
Voices vanished, not one did shout
Hugs and busters imparted ’round
Saline coating upon the ground
Prayers now answered, all have won
Forgiveness applies, now all’s done.