I ran away. Not for my health, for a purpose. A strict one. I always long to know who I was. So I ran away.

The place I went, I cannot say. All I know is that one special day, I might just become someone, someone that's ready to pay.

No one understands the special purpose. No one knows why I came, or why I went. No one, but me. For I have found the first morning dew, which sticks to my heart like hot glue.

At first as droplets, then becomes a large ocean. Once everything is set in stone, it becomes part of the motion. Like a new law, or daily routine, though this one will be different. At least for me.

So before I go and see a prayer, I will add another layer. The tide has been a rash of pain, a flooding room which I can't explain. But once I learn the mistakes I've made, I'll come back another day. I ran away.

Not for my health, but for a purpose. A strict one. I always long to know who I was, and what I could become.

No matter how deep, or how long, I will find the reason for the purpose, so that they may become one. I made a promise.

The promise that day, when I ran away, I said some terrible things that I mustn't say.

Though the stream had gone dry, no more water left, no more tears to cry. But then it hit me.

It hit me like a ton of bricks, the one lyric made everything stick. My heart strings plucked and then ripped.

Suddenly life had taken a twist. So I stayed strong for her sake, and stayed that one last day. Until morning break, take my soul.

I will stay once more. As my heart sways and bleeds and strays. I now know, why I ran away.