So many young bodies aching to wander
From here
To yonder
In circles no more

And I wish for packed bags
Closed doors
Shut behind me

Like me
I am sure you long for this with a passion just as bright

I give you no blame -
Escape is sweet.
****, is it sweet

Far too sickly to feel true
To be real as fabric that can be felt twixt *******
Like something only grasped at
Up high in the blue

So I'll fly there if I have to
I will, I will, I will -