A need to escape, 
A need to run, 
A need to be free.
My heart is tight
within my chest, 
as I look to the mountains, 
so far from me.
A taste of freedom, 
my soul longs for, 
seemingly out of reach.
If only I had wings, 
to carry me across
the still waters, 
to carry me away 
from this dead life.
Tired of my feet
feeling parched earth, 
I want to feel the grass, 
see the trees, 
smell the flowers. 
I want to touch the sky
and break away.

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