Red Velvet Hot Cocoa | Heather’s French Press
“Be Home Before Dark”
Cycling back from school, he feels the wind in his hair
The cold wind is nipping at his face, and freedom is in the air
With his bike he is unchained, and the entire world he could roam
There’s no reason he couldn’t keep going, and never return home.
The thought romantically feels tempting,
As he passes the homeless people in the park…
But this time he’ll keep his promise,
And be home before dark.