I can now touch what has never been done
As I run
As I run
As I run
I see with tears what I have now come to with hope
As I see the grass
As I see the outside
I can see there no longer can be room to glum
As I look upon the walls
As I look upon my confinement
I see what I cannot touch
As I feel what only can be considered a nightmare to be undone
As I feel certainty for what is in distance
I see that of what I have done most
As I think in hope
As I think in angst
I see now what I have once heard
As I picture what I have done and what I have seen
As I picture who I am and who I have been
I see the person one not from the mirror
As I die is in despair
As I die in crumbs
I see finally all of my pieces
As I feel my spirit detaching
As I feel my soul floating in the distance
I see finally what I have experienced