My Escape
I’m tired. Worn down.
Reality is heavy.
Day in, day out, responsibility takes its toll.
Before I’m even awake, I dread the day to come.
If only I could escape!
Find solace and respite.
I need to get a breath.
Have to press pause.
Have to get away before the world crushes me.
Put on a brave face, nose to the grindstone.
If only I could escape!
Find solace and respite.
I crave my secret cove.
My place to forget.
In the day I wait, watching to clock hands tick by.
No rest for me, not yet.
If only I could escape!
Find solace and respite.
At last it’s time.
I’m ready for it to end.
When the night comes I cannot wait to get in.
I enter in exhaustion, and fall at my Father’s feet.
My place to go escape.
To find solace and respite.
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