Breaking down, through, and out, Wings spread to the sky, With no rescue enroute, Fetterings left in a sty,
Where I once called home. Scraping, stretching, yearning, For worlds yet to roam, I can feel my past burning,
As I pull myself through, For a dream I once had, In a vision that only I could view, While others felt me lost, or possibly mad,
This false life will never be enough, Living in the shadow of anotherβs dream, I will cast myself out into the rough, Out of the fire, and into the stream.