Its Okay

Its Okay

She packs her bags goodbye

Wipes the tears from her eyes

And tells her parents some day I’ll be back

I stayed in my room

To long it won’t be soon

I’ll be running till the moon turns black

Skipping cross the floor

Heading out the door

She hears her father say its okay

That’s my child

We raised her wild

Mother drops to her knees and starts to pray

Crazy child

The worlds on fire

There’s no place you can go or you can stay

To young to know

Or stop the flow

Of emotions that have just begun to rage

I’ll be back soon

I’ve seen the black moon

On the phone that’s all that she can say

We fade this picture black

Before she hits the sack

With some man that says its okay

© 9/19/2008, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry