Freedom slid behind the slats
of yesterday’s desires
Now I cannot see to change the scene
or reignite the fire

I am running backwards into time
refusing to slow down
Chasing dreams that disappeared
into the sinking ground

The sky has swallowed my pretty rainbow
I cannot find my *** of gold
What do I do with myself
when I find I am growing old

I fight the fight of freedom’s way
but yesterday has hidden me
Now I am afraid to change or reignite the scene
that was a part of me

I talk and talk to these walls
that only close and confine
If I do not change some of these things
I will surely lose my mind