Way Free

Let out from the cage I was in Climbed up from the slope that Id slid Freed from the hole that Id dug since a kid And the shame of all the things that I did No longer punched No longer kicked No longer searched No longer stripped No more waking in cells, on floors or in doorways In the backs of trucks or the edges of waterways No more black spiders crawling on the floor No Black dogs out there howling anymore There’s light at the end of the tunnel again And it’s not the light of an oncoming train There’s still some storm clouds gathering But they only bring much needed rain. I’m not in a prison and not very insane I’m not dead yet and I’m not in much pain. Now the suns on my back It’s clearing the sky My hands are cold But there’s a gleam in my eye No more standing around I’m learning to fly The fog is lifting I leave it all behind me Onwards and upwards Way free...Way free…