The hand that rests against your cheek-
That's the hand I want to hold
As the world falls into entropy,
As we live while it grows cold.... more »
Ever since I first saw you,
I felt something stir up inside.
Only now do I know what it is
And how it must be satisfied.... more »
I wish I could slip away
Like a butterfly in the breeze.
I wish I could swing without a care
Like monkeys in the trees.
I long to go on and on
And feel that runners high.
I long to do whatever I please
And never have to answer why.
I want to roam around the world
And see what should be seen.
I want to leave and start anew
With a slate that's scratched but clean.
I desire to act without consequence
And call freedom my friend.
I desire to fly right off the ground
And feel my feet ascend.
I yearn to know who I am,
Not who I ...