Prisoner Of The Dark

There is always a call, from outside a call Yet I stay rooted in a dark theater hall There is an outside where the sky gets paint The birds busily tweet for my ears to be lent The sunrays stretch their hands for me to come along The winds want me listen to a long forgotten song I want to run out there, to see and smell it full As the rain comes from heaven for the parched earth to be cool Once I soak in them, feel them inside me The moon coming out of clouds sets my spirit free The call is loud and clear, it is all over me In a dark theater hall, I only dream to be free!