Is there a way out, Can I come in?

Can I break free, from the tyranny?

Of life, of love

Of my peers and their club

Is it a race till the end?

Till I’m all out of breath

Till I’m Bruised and broken

Dusted and worn

Clothes all raggedy, Clothes all torn

Where’s my way out, Of the hustle and bustle

Of everyday life

Show me the light, Show me the way

Can I come in, Can’t I just stay

Am I not bright enough, Am I not strong

Keeping me down here, Is it not just wrong

I try every way, Fight every day

To be the boss, the hoss

The big man on top

The fastest, the smartest

The quickest and more

More than I was, more than I am

More then I want, more then I need

Hear me shout, Hear me plead

Is there a way out, Just let me be free

Free as a bird, on a bright summer day

Movement unhindered, as I move on my way

From prying eyes, and those who may say

How I look, how I act,

How I am, as a whole

Not without failure, not without faults

But again I’ll try, as everyone halts

Again and again

I chip at the stone

I swing and I swing

I fight all alone

But the day I dream, I break through the top

Reaching my thrown, at which I may stop

And gaze at this life, a life of my own

And then I’ll hear a knock, and a cry from below

Is there any way out,

Can’t I just come in