Don’t look back.

Run like mad.

And I don’t want to be a pillar of salt,

So don’t look back.

Run from babies never imagined,

Run from bunnies in yards

Who made it, even when we couldn’t.

Run from those broken dreams

Run from those realities that weren’t realities that were realities you didn’t even know were existing

While you woke up every morning

And ran like mad.

So, child, don’t look back.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”