The Chaser

[Selma Pew]

Take my hand,
And guide me away.
Away from this madness,
Away from these memories.

Drown out my past,
Wash down my pain.
Pull me up to my feet,
And push me down again.

Please hold me close,
And never let go.
I don’t want to go back,
I don’t want to go home.

My mind starts to slow,
As we reach the top.
My brain aches all over,
I wish we didn’t have to
Drop.