Running with Scissors

I run with scissors
in both hands
From the giants
in the land

Running for someone
Running for who?
Little Bo Peep and
Little Boy Blue?

I continue to run to get away
From the bullies and the fray

I run to look for what I lost
I dare not stop to count the cost

I run in the heat in the summer of tears
I run away from all the fears

I run and see
A little boy
He looks away; he lost his toy.

I run with scissors
In both hands
And find no peace
Within this land