I ran down the hill in a furious dart
My bare feet burning in the summer dirt
The sun beating down on my dark, curly hair
As I ran

How could the words I heard be truth?
Why didn't I know before I was told?
Confusion and grief were filling my head
As I ran

Years have gone with questions unanswered
Truths still not uttered
Hopes dashed upon a fear
And I run