We’re Going

Me and Christine are going to run away,
we’re going to do a runner next Saturday.
We don’t know where, but we’re going far,
we’re going by bus and train, and not by car.

We’re going at seven on Saturday night,
because her father’s been touching and that isn’t right.
We’ve been saving our money for some weeks now
we haven’t got enough, but we’ll manage somehow.

When Chris visits my house she’s full of tears
and leaving her sisters are her biggest fears.
We’d like to take her brother and sisters too,
but we haven’t the money for more than two.

We’ve just got to get away from this terrible situation
there’s more than family to take into consideration.
Her dad says if she tells on him he’ll just leave everyone,
that’s his wife, three daughters, Christine, and his son.

Chris's mum believes everything is fine with this guy,
but she can’t tell her, because she would think it a lie.
So, we've no choice and we've just got to get away,
and we’re going at seven next Saturday.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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