Last time I 'just ran with it'
I ended up running away from home
Running away from those who cared
Running towards shining lights
Of a city I didn't want to live in
And now that I've had my time resting these splinted legs
I wonder if true love isn't about running
I wonder if love is meant to be gentle
A peaceful walk, hand in hand
Stopping to skip the rocks along your path
Surely, love isn't a sprint
I believe it is much, much more lasting than that
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