Escape

With the curtains thrown wide 

we see the world gray 

and we know it's the fault of our own 

Spent far too long 

bearing crown, sword, and shield 

we forgot from what it was made 

and let's pack up our bags 

run away with the wind 

try to live how the fairytales say 

So we run through the hills 

with your hand clasped in mine 

with the monsters still chasing our heels –  

and we've been here before 

in another short life 

I can see that it's taking a turn 

Because we know that our time 

is our last sacrifice 

Just in case this world never learns 

But until we get out 

there are walls closing in.  

Oh, how futile fantasy burns.