As the clock ticks by,
Wind blows by my side.
We all wait for the sound,
The sound of the bell, ever loud.
Breaking free from their hold,
All bend no matter how bold.
But for a few,
Their wish renews.
The wish to stay,
To keep the fears away.
No one knows of,
Anything but what's above.
What is deadly to them,
Is home or being numb.
Wind walk with us,
Because the start, our sanity, is on a bus
