She wanders in,
checks the money,
hopes it’s enough,
how much she enquires,
enough she orders one,
sixteen she’s been with friends,
it’s late in the evening
she’s anxious about going home,
I told you she was
no use she’s late again,
her mother shakes the bottle,
go to the off licence she grins,
throws the bottle after him
don’t have a small one
the chips are steaming
filled with the smell of vinegar
she bites they are so hot
won’t be going to dance tonight,
let me get through she sighs,
a star flies across the sky
was it meant for her,
she dreams and smiles,
don’t understand man
I left my money at home,
bar tender remonstrates
goes over to the boss instead,
Johnny smiles ollie smiles back
it’s fine he shouts,
Johnny is on his way out,
chips are done
she reaches her street,
tucked into her tummy
she’s had enough to eat,
freezes when she see’s him
her mother’s new boyfriend,
the bag that he is carrying
can be heard by everyone,
coming home at this hour,
mother from the top of her lungs,
Johnny gets in on the action
no respect for your mother,
even yourself darling
a can you can hear pop,
she climbs the stairs quietly
her feelings held tightly
one day she hopes
a prayer in her heart,
one day and I’ll make a new start
When children want to run, it’s usually for good reason, listen. 
“When children want to run, it’s usually for good reason, listen.”—Powerful statement.
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