Run, run away from home,

Go to Spain, Go to Rome!

On the beaches find your lair,

Live a life full of flair

Just run away from home.

Where the shackles of constant bickering stare,

Where the ticking clock dares your glare .

Where the pillows carry your sweaty smell,

Where walls with peeling plasters dwell ,

Under that dark roof nothing is left of home !

Run, run away from home,

Go to Spain, Go to Rome!

Aging folks all around,

Threatning to curb your thoughts profound.

Like the old owl who has forgotten to fly,

They sit and smirk at whatever you try.

Their fading body, wrinkled mind,

Has long forgotten to be kind .

In such a place you once called home,

Nothing remains of the glorious dome.

So pick up your youth, pick up your jest,

The world beyond is having a fest.

Step out into that amazing world,

Don’t wait to see your plans stalled.

Challenges you will face anew,

To hold your hand , just a few.

Yet, march ahead, don’t look back,

No matter how heavy gets your sack.

Run, run away from home,

Go to Spain, Go to Rome!