When can I be free, Escape from the weight of earth’s company? Every step feels like a chain, Tethered tight to endless pain. I lay my head on borrowed time, Dream of stars that never shine. The sky’s a cage, the wind a sigh, I whisper low, “Oh, let me fly.” When can I be free, From the sorrow, from the ache? Lay me down in quiet seas, Let the tide erase my fate. When can I be free, When will silence call to me? In the stillness, I will see The end of all this suffering. I hear the echoes of my past, Footsteps fading, shadows cast. Every hope I’ve left behind, Just ghosts that drift within my mind. The earth it clings, it holds me tight, But I was born to chase the night. Through the veil, beyond the dark, I long to touch the distant spark. When can I be free, From the sorrow, from the ache? Lay me down in quiet seas, Let the tide erase my fate. When can I be free, When will silence call to me? In the stillness, I will see The end of all this suffering. But still I stay, though soft and torn, Bound by dreams I’ve yet to mourn. One more day, one more plea, Still I ask, when can I be free? But still I stay, though soft and torn, Bound by dreams I’ve yet to mourn. One more day, one more plea, Still I ask, when can I be free?
