You better run, son - Original Poetry

You better run, son
by Hive account@thehattedtomfool

You better run,
son.
You better run away,

yeah you better run away until the skies turn grey.
Don't you dare now turn around,
no don't you dare yet disobey.

You better run,
son.
You better run away.

You better run away until you find another day.
Until the sunrise on the hills
and you can play within its rays.

You better run,
son.
You better run away.

I wish I didn't have to stay,
but t' keep you safe I gotta say
that you better run,
son.
You better run away...

Please...

You had better run away...