The room grew dark
I slipped into the park
Leaving this world behind
Moving on to a new frame of mind

Starting a new life
Only having a knife
A knapsack on my back
And my life in that pack

Disappeared into the wood
Not having any food
Ready to prove them wrong
Not going to sing their song

I’m on my own
I’m not a clone
Will not fallow the rules
Not going to worship though fools

On the edge of town
The land turns brown
Not a soul around
No sounds

I have found freedom
I’m not one with the demon
Not the one torturing
Not the one with the fortune

I’m the one with the peace
I will not cease