Howl in my Voice [✓ Completed ✓]

three

We all want to believe there's a world out there where

we can feel the breeze of what it's like to be free;

dreaming of a realm where the trees have leaves,

where we don't feel the scream begging for life

as palm trees grow happy thoughts in the back of our minds

and all the anxiety is gone.

But there's still those little clouds in the sky

that never disappear as a reminder;

they whisper little words for the wind to ring in our ears

but we all want to believe we can breathe in the breeze,

feel the world at our fingers, and the wind whisk away.

If I felt the breeze of what it's like to be free,

I don't feel the scream begging for life.