Runaway Orphans

Nothing can describe how much these songs mean to me, or how much they remind me of my story. If I had to summarize A Way Out in two songs, here they'd be.

Luke, he left from Denver where the air is thin and people are nice,
And he traded in for sea level, for misty rain, what a bitter compromise...

Trying to break free... like a Runaway...

The Offspring of Midnight and and Overactive Mind

Last night a scene from my story suddenly forced its way into my mind, and my hand snapped on the light and started writing before I knew what I was doing. It was an absolutely precious moment between two of my characters, and somehow these beyond-brilliant little pieces were reflected in the scene.

Copyright Someone Else. I own nothing.

Copyright Someone Else. I own nothing.