Braking Away
There are days I’d walk away, fly as far as my wings could take me,
Hide away in the shadows of the taiga forest,
Quiet so that I could think, and hidden from the world,
Sadness drives me to death, and family forces me to madness and pain,
My friends make me write and draw away, they inspire me to create,
They make my eyes the spark blue that they should be,
They wake me up, they make me think things through,
They stop when my eyes become eyes with pain and anger, frustration, misunderstanding,
They help to mend me when my heart brakes, to shelter me away from the world,
My spirit has been broken, my heart again broken as it falls to the floor,
But my friends channel my anger, my pain, my unheard frustration,
They take me like a bomb and through it high,
Top show the world who I am, who I have become, to show my family,
I’m strong enough to brake away, strong enough to survive,
Braking away would mean the end, and the beginning of a new age,
An age where voices are heard, points of views are seen,
Things will be born, and things will die,
Shall I brake away, I’ll sacrifice everything, destroy what was around me,
My voice silenced for too long, the repercussion shall be great and the rewards greater,
My future rests in my hands, and the future of my family will be decided,
Braking away, or staying put,
Either way I will be heard, I will be seen, my point understood,
Braking away or rising to the top.