• I have words to say but cannot speak,
    I think i shall take another rout to walk,
    for now i stand between the strong and weak,
    my ways should and will come to a halt,

    The embers eat away at my cigarette,
    I feel the heat burning at my fingertips,
    The past behind has gone yet there is regret,
    slowly, like a cancer, the shadows creeps,

    the life i lead is full of misguidance and imperfection,
    This is the path i have chosen to follow,
    like the heart that beats within, providing my body with oxygen,
    my emotions pulsating, waves of endless sorrow,

    I sick and tire of this feeling of tormenting depression,
    I want to spread my wings, I want to fly,
    Be free, be calm,be kind and see with a new sense of direction,
    Let the thing behind me fade and die,

    I want to see the world with an opened mind,
    I want to run away, far, far away and leave the past behind.