Here I sit pencil to paper,
Thinking away at how to make it,
Words come with difficulty, Time seems to waste away,
So what should I say,
What should my mouth think and my soul pray,
What should be written down,
When all is in, and nothing comes out.
Twisted words make feeble thoughts,
Nothing makes sense in this mental fort.
But I must go on, I must reach within,
Search deep inside, breathe deep & liberate what's in me.
The music slowly fades away, The shadow of my hand passes by,
What's this darkness within,
Why is everything filtered and stuck in time.
Must break through, must speak,
Leave this vacuum behind me and move on
Stand up and face the walls, run with my own two feet,
But what to do, what to say,
What to write down,
"I want to be free..."