Running Boy

He was a boy who didn't own his Own. He couldn't bear to stay, he just had to Go, go, go, He was a restless soul Straining at the leash. Needed to move on, needed to be free. He never looked sad, Just had a thoughtful face. Didn't care about friends, he loved to be alone. And when the morning came, As the sun would set, He would get right up So he could run again. So he could run again. So he could run again. Run again. Yes, He loved to run. He could go on all day. It was the only way to get a grip On place and time. By leaps and bounds, He'd get himself around. He was light as the wind, He almost flew away. And the morning came, As the sun would set, He would get right up So he could run Again. Run again