Lyric

Pen and paper on the table

I should write about something real

From the depths inside my mind

Something true that you might feel

I press the pen down on the page

Words begin to take their shape

Echoes of the days gone by

Stories of the human race

A beautiful weave of words

Finding form, a gentle flow

No more chasing perfect rhymes

Just letting the feeling show

I gotta get away from here

Can’t stand this hell I’m in

Freedom feels so far away

A distant dream I’m chasing

I gotta get away from here

Can’t stand this hell I’m in

Somewhere else I could survive

Somewhere else to call my own

I gotta get away from here

Can’t stand this hell I’m in

Freedom feels so far away

A distant dream I’m chasing

I gotta get away from here

Can’t stand this hell I’m in

Somewhere else I could survive

Somewhere else to call my own

Heading toward the dawn and light

Leaving this dark cave behind