| a stretch for freedom |
| i want to shed this skin i dont know who i am can you see me thru it all? - last ray of light at the end of the tunnel i built (of my own lonely tedium) i want to spread my wings i can feel each feather itching for the wind would you catch an ugly angel if she happened to fall? ... i can tell myself you will i want to walk away live alone within the masses be unknown amongst the masses i need to find my light; my own secret salvation i need to feel the memories of a thousand lonely journeys just like my very own hidden underneath my feet |