Escape Return
Clouds hang low above the river
Hiding the trees in a grey coat
Showering the thirsty earth with their breath
Always whispering their message
Clouds hang low above the river
Legs dipped in hungry waves
Water full of old messages
Left for us in anciend language
I'm returning on a grown-in road
I've been wading through the dark city
Of false knowledge and plans for long
Never following through with the plans
Never following through with them
This road is always free
This road always welcomes you
This road will lead you
To where you belong outside of this world
Autor(es): The Citadel
