She stands on a mountain, and looks down
She sees all the people she climbed away from
All the people that dragged and pulled are screaming at her but there's no sound
Just silence from the stillness that the rocks provide
And as she breathes the air she starts to cry
Because she's free.
In the waking moments she will have to face
To climb up or to climb down - one is a mistake
For she wants nothing more than to escape, to feel these rocks push her and carry her
To let go and be whisked away
But on the other hand shes wants nothing more than to stay.
And to piece together a simple life.
Though happiness and perfect rarely come hand in hand
No matter what she does she will need to make a stand
To the people screaming their silence down below
No matter what she does - any decision she will grow
And carry the choice with her.