Somewhere To Go
the wind that creeps
that softly speaks
that constantly weeps
which loudly pleads
its case to be free
the sky of gray
sky of gray
treacherous days
treacherous days
this wretched phase
in which i fade
the storm that howls
from seven sea
the rebel cries of revelry
the trees that whisper
their tales to tell
the ring of bells still frightens me
give your pain a sheltered hide
look for vision in the sky
let all of the people know
behind the sky is a place to go
keep on running
keep on keepin' now
you've got to keep escapin'
the beasts are on the prowl
the beasts are on the prowl
And they're comin' now
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