I hear the whisper scratching in my mind
Ever wistful and kind
I feel the instinct surface in my stomach
Ever turning the tide

As I sniff the colours that dance upon the window
I sense the morning rise
Then sink in my hole where I don’t find release
Until I find it where it’s always been before

Even the plan that the gods had sent to cage me couldn’t take me down
I am escaping now

Present in the day
Present in the mind
Present in the break
Present in the cry

I hear the voice; its rambling through the airwaves
And the dream keeps me alive
It speaks of truth and unsituated freedom
And it warms the cold I feel inside

And the murmur is blinding; senses intertwining
Send my spirit to the light
Peaceful as the bird who sings not needing to be heard
And shapes the day with every flight

Even the plan that the gods had sent to cage me couldn’t take me down
I am escaping now