Escape For My Free

There's nothing chain on my feet and hand, That make a sound and break a night. I'm walking with my own without a Hindrance that I can step by. I have a mind to think, what I'm going to do, And to look forward. My hand paint my life, but fate Destruct my piece. There's a blithe on my lips, But behind these there's a blemish on my heart. My blood escape on my body That made me frail. My looks was hoping, but my soul was blaming That always make me suffering. I need to wake on my slumber and learn To face the reality, that I cannot say I'm free if I did not escape on my dream.