The Great Escape

We will meet again, erasing the lines of sorrow,

written on the old worn pages of our years.

We will meet again, drying the springs of tears,

digging their grooves in our lean withered cheeks.

We will meet again, driving away the ghosts of our ancient fears,

painting their terror on the walls of our old dilapidated buildings.

We will meet again, dispelling the thick fog of the wintry nights,

perching on the silence of our empty streets.

We will meet again, drawing a laughing dawn,

on the lips of a frowning dreary somber sky.

We will meet again, stretching our hands towards the call of tomorrow's hope,

calling softly for our souls behind the walls of the graves of our slain dreams.

We will meet again, casting the years of wandering and loss from our accounts,

allowing only your dawn to emerge from my dawn.

We will meet again, neglecting our past wounds,

casting us into the darkness of a crushing neglectful cave.

We will meet again, digging our salvation tunnel through the stubborn rocks of that cave.

We will meet again, digging the tunnel of our great escape.

We will meet again, digging the tunnel of the great escape towards the city of our biggest dream.

We will meet again, running away towards the city of our greatest dream,

that still resides into our grief-stricken hearts.