Independent and Alone

I’m losing my identity as these words fall on the page

I'm falling victim to these fits of overwhelming rage

I can’t live like this, a robot on a leash

I wish that somehow, I could be released

Out of my prison that has been made for me

And into the world with all its sunshine and serenity

Oh, the feel of freedom, of living how I choose

Seems so far away, and I’ll never be turned loose

Unless I rip it from my handler’s grasp and take it for my own

I will never know what its like to be independent and alone

My leash seems made of fire, biting as I pull

But I think the pain will go, fading and turning dull

As I eventually get used to the feel of independence

And when I do, I know the feeling will be stupendous

I’m so close to being away from this cage

With its iron bars around me, my escape is through a page

The warden is a lunatic, unpredictable at best

And the inmates are all dead and gone, finally at rest

Until I am all that’s left, and there’s no way around it

A man who’s not lost his way, but simply never found it

I sigh as I close my eyes and think of yesteryear

When time didn’t move so fast, and my future seemed so clear

My friends are all apart from me, leaving me alone

They know what its like to be out and on their own

I’m tired of the fights, the loud and rowdy brawls

Between me and my captor, our voices echoing through the halls

Of this little, tiny prison, not what it seems at first

But the feel as you walk inside always brings out the worst

I’m breaking out tonight, you can join me if you dare

We’ll finally be free, away from all our stressful cares

And when we reach a rainbow, we can climb into the sky

With no one else around us, just God, and you, and I

We’ll sing songs with the angels, and cry our tears of rain

Our lives would be so happy, thoughts of joy and none of pain

And then we’ll find ourselves waking on the ‘morrow

Finally unleashed, our lives devoid of sorrow

Troubles would be nothing, against our iron will

We’ll sail through the skies, the clouds will be our sail

And when we come to port, at a strange and dark island

We’ll shout “Hey ho!” and search for other lands

And when our search is over, we’ll finally come back home

And end our days peacefully, independent and alone.