heard the horns before the storm
saw the fall, after the sundays rain
was their a parade?
though when the time came
the act made me run
though i knew that it was time
felt like the first time i committed suicide
in my mind by moving too fast

though i know i must let go
of these walls, i've been afraid to fall
for many years, shifting gears
thinking it would all just go away
its taken many years of
pacing too and fro
friends leading my example
but never really leaving the darkness of these woods
felt sheltered by the struggle
though never realizing letting go would bring me to freedom