Life is passing me by,
God I wish to feel,
Something beyond this cold room,
I want to be alive again,
Run with the sand beneath my feet,
To explore foreign places,
Living out all my dreams,
I want to be held close at night,
No more tears streaming down my face,
Just open water and vast feilds,
Happiness at my fingertips,
Nothing bitter and cold,
A new life far away from what I know,
Never to return to this place,
But that’s just my dream,
When I wake I am in this cold room,
Surrounded by bitterness,
This is my reality,
But oh how I wish for freedom.

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