The person dashes

My skin begins to get rashes

Rashes from the cold of the day

My skin starts to feel like clay

I yell to them to stay

Right where they are to lay

I see police lights ray

Across the snow for the hay

Put your hands up they say

But my hands are understanding today

I run for the lady

She causes me to get hazy

The lawyer begins to get lazy

I miss my baby

Cops called me crazy

I ran for the shady

Shadow beneath me

I cannot see

The fellows of fall below trees

Bark is burnt

The chalk is crooked

The work is dirk

Of dangers above me

The search of daggers