I want to run away —
Far, where no one can find me.
To a place so still, only the wind speaks.
No more glancing back —
There’s no one left to tap my shoulder.

Let my breath be the only sound,
The only thing that breaks the silence.
I want to go home —
And home is where I’m with me.

I’ve been waiting.
And I’ll keep waiting —
Until I fall into my own arms,
And breathe again.