I hear the scribble of pen on paper as I dive deep into my mind.
It hasn't been that long, but I feel like I've been writing for all time.
I don't care if the one word doesn't rhyme
Because finally I am free...
The words do that to me.

The words conjure new possibilities, see?
I can escape whatever bad things happen to me...
It's great because I don't have to think on my
Faults, just the words on the page...
Because finally I am free.
The words do that to me.

They lend a hand in my search to discover
Who I am. They make me feel like I'm flying
As my pen swooshes across the page.
I can escape the terror and outrage of the
Unknown world beyond...and I like it
Because finally I am free.
The words do that to me.