Miss Carissa
New member
...it's any good? My voice is soft,
So much so,
That I might be speaking
And you’d never know
With footsteps small
Against the track
I’ll trudge on forward
And won’t look back.
I’ll run, escape.
I’ll try to flee
To a town of people
Just like me.
We’ll talk together quietly
In tennis shoes, size two and three.
I’ll run, escape.
I’ll try to flee
To a place where people
Just might see
That I’m no outcast after all
Just a quiet girl, with feet too small.
So much so,
That I might be speaking
And you’d never know
With footsteps small
Against the track
I’ll trudge on forward
And won’t look back.
I’ll run, escape.
I’ll try to flee
To a town of people
Just like me.
We’ll talk together quietly
In tennis shoes, size two and three.
I’ll run, escape.
I’ll try to flee
To a place where people
Just might see
That I’m no outcast after all
Just a quiet girl, with feet too small.