Let's runaway
Sister resumes writing:
Runaway with me to a land faraway
One that flow with milk and honey
Together we’ll escape this unhappy tragedy
We are being forced to play
Brother, though your plan had merit
It was fool hearted at best
It would’ve been us that was beaten by staves
And rolled in pre-marked graves
So runaway with me to a land faraway
One that flow with milk and honey
Together we’ll escape this unhappy tragedy
We are being forced to play
True, it will be a dangerous journey
One filled with horrendous suffering
But what choice do we have
If we stay we’ll be slain
If we go we may live
So runaway with me to this land faraway
The one that flows with milk and honey
To escape this unhappy tragedy
We are being forced to play
Brother, meet me at Crowton Factory
Bring only what is necessary
Together we’ll run away to this land faraway
The one that flows with milk and honey
There we can escape this unhappy tragedy
We are being forced to play
