Bullet

I turn and I flee, flee to be free
Looking back to the sky I do pray
But running comes natural to me

Panic makes me scared
Fear aches my skin
Breathing nostrils flared
Escaping not a sin

I pray I wont hide
But courage runs through me
Quick enough to collide.

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