Escape

What I wanted was Escape

Back in those days

When I picture it on the ground it lays

Sometimes I see me and her in a field

Where the grass goes up to our knees

And we sit under peaceful trees

My singing voice carried so far in the breeze

Sometimes I see a rope on that tree

And hanging from it is no one but me

Most times it's the person I want to be

She would watch---sometimes cry---on that field

Those feelings forever lost

In the stains of time they were tossed

My headstone is now covered in moss