He took a step forward towards the mighty waves Hoping to go far away from the shore For he thought people were just slaves Of their own minds always wanting more
Fishes swimming happily in the open gave him hope Perchance he might find a better life out there Taking another step forward in the downwards slope As the scars he left behind were beyond repair
But the voices behind him were holding him back However terrifying, those were the voices that stayed It wouldn’t be fair to go without any track “Should I go back or should I wade?”
His muddy feet were cleaned by the ocean While the strong winds pushed him away from it Liberation was his only notion As he has held long trying not to quit
The waves came close and the voices became stronger He walked towards the sound that he thought might last longer