there will always be a gloom in the steam
a fog blind enough to hide the forest within
my dear, would you ever follow the downstream?
i don’t live there, not yet, but thought you’d hear a scream
don’t throw your sword away, bring it with pride
you know you are safe, the knights keep you in their sight
stay wary, avoid the east, take the route by the other side
and if your feet ever feel tired, bring the horse as your ride
you don’t need to find me, you don’t need to save me
being chained to a wooden post in virgin white is so last century
strangled and trapped as it may seems, i was never lonely
the birds, squirrel, and the deer have taken their turn to check on me
the rain soaked ground may slow down your journey
but even the custodian takes his time to clean the chimney
the twilight soon to be drown in the gleaming sun rays
once you find its source, never go away, tell yourself to stay
no rush,
no gush,
don’t hush.
this chain might have holding me back so tight,
and my freedom are theirs, i sold my limit and my right
but, once you hear the metal screeching
you know I am on my way, reaching
