There is a girl
Across from me
Who goes running
Barefoot
At 5:00
Every morning
And you can see her trail
As she runs through the dew
Green imprints in a field
Of silver
And you can see
How she lives
For the sun
To touch it's new rays
Upon her back
As she runs into a new day
And now I see her
Across from me
Standing at her window
Looking at the world
With cautious hope
But not going out
To run barefoot
At 5:00
Every morning
Because of the rain
That blocks her
From the dawns rays
And I write this
as she stands by her window
I sit on my porch
In broad daylight
A clear blue sky above
And wonder what her rain could be
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
There is a girl
Across from me
Who goes running
Barefoot
At 5:00
Every morning
And you can see her trail
As she runs through the dew
Green imprints in a field
Of silver
And you can see
How she lives
For the sun
To touch it's new rays
Upon her back
As she runs into a new day
And now I see her
Across from me
Standing at her window
Looking at the world
With cautious hope
But not going out
To run barefoot
At 5:00
Every morning
Because of the rain
That blocks her
From the dawns rays
And I write this
as she stands by her window
I sit on my porch
In broad daylight
A clear blue sky above
And wonder what her rain could be
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