\"Close my eyes, I see a better place...

Where the pain fades, where I can escape.

Melodies rise, they carry me away...

A dream is born, I’ll find my way.\"

These walls talk louder than the voices I know,

they echo my doubts, remind me I’m alone.

Every crack in the ceiling is a map to despair,

I trace it with my mind, hoping freedom’s somewhere.

Then one day, I heard a sound that broke the chains,

a rhythm in the static cutting through the pain.

It wasn’t much—just a beat on repeat,

but it lit a fire deep down beneath my feet.

I found a pen, scratched words on the floor,

a melody whispered, “There’s something more.”

Every verse I wrote became my escape,

a key to a door where dreams take shape.

I didn’t need much, just the sound in my ears,

to drown out the chaos, to silence my fears.

The music became my voice, my safe place,

a world I could build far from this space.

Escape plan, my ticket out the flames,

a melody to guide me, a way to break the chains.

Escape plan, I’m running toward the light,

leaving all the shadows buried in the night.

I was twelve when the notes began to sing,

taught me I could soar with broken wings.

The streets were cold, but the music was fire,

it gave me a purpose, built my desire.

I saw a vision of a life I could hold,

where my stories were heard, my pain turned to gold.

No longer a victim of the streets’ cold hand,

I was building a castle out of grains of sand.

Every snare, every kick, every rhyme,

helped me climb out of the depths of time.

They said dreams are for fools, but I didn’t care,

I had a map now, a vision to share.

The pen was my sword, the beat was my guide,

and for the first time, I felt alive inside.

\"They told me to stay in the dark,

but I found a spark, I found my mark.

The melody showed me a way to stand,

this is my life, this is my plan.\"

Escape plan, my ticket out the flames,

a melody to guide me, a way to break the chains.

Escape plan, I’m running toward the light,

leaving all the shadows buried in the night.