It tore you to the stork
the hardest jail you’ll know
walls cannot stop your walk
realize, you walked alone
the escape is a bad job
the sentence is going on
wind blows through your hands
time is fleeting sand
goin’ away by breeze
the last grains to squeeze
chains, destined to perish, time
chains, death I just cherish, time
At fork you can reborn
the first steps of new path
your prison will adorn;
or escape, what a laugh!
will carry you to mourn
that last step will be rough
go straight till the bottom
and chase your waking dream
‘cause fate is the freedom
to drift within the stream
let the dreams carry on
if you have the might within
let the dreams carry on
if you have the might within
