Only The Brave Can Run

Only The Brave Can Run

By Paul McCann

Anchored to the wind in a valley in between

a hard old rocky ground and pastures rich and green .

God is on my side in every step I take

so while the door is open I think I’ll make a break .

Only the brave can run, to escape and disappear.

I’m running for my life , there’s nothing for me here .

Locked up like a prisoner

where the buffalo never roam.

I’ve got a wild horse for a friend

so I know I’m not alone.

There’s no way they’re going to catch me ,

I’ll be off and  running free ,

before the light of day in a promised land I’ll be .

Only the brave can run ,

like a bullet from gun ,

shot through in a blinding light ,

towards the rising  sun  .

Running free where only the brave can run .