Running through the grass,
Trying to forget the past.
I dream of forgetting you,
But my dream doesn’t come true.
I cry out into the night,
As I begin to re-live the fight.
I see the blood on the floor that was flowing out of me.
You had no intention of stopping…
You would’ve killed me.
The phone rang…relief,
There was my chance to escape.
First door tried, that’s where I stayed.
Like in a demented game of hide-n-seek,
You searched high and low for me.
That was a game I won
I thank God for sparing my life
I thank God for sparing my child
Thank you…Thank you