Running for freedom, running with hope.
A lone tear runs down my cheek,
As I feel like I’m running,
Running for my life,
Running for emotions,
Running for the freedom of the heart.
In which you took from me,
With nothing but hate and anger,
You try and put thoughts in my head,
And try and make me like you,
With hate and greed,
Making me run,
Run for the freedom and hope.
You are like a control freak,
You can control me,
Like you do with the TV and the remote,
And change what the settings are,
Making me run for my freedom.
You shatter my heart like it’s made of glass,
You play my strings,
And dance me around like a puppet,
That you’ve made me into,
Making me run for the freedom of my heart,
Making me run with the little hope I have left.
