The Runaway

He is the runaway, Lie low the wanted man
 Mask his elusive face, Soon he will getaway and free is his
 future no more aimless time to spend
 And evading, he's escaping
 Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.
 Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail
 Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his tail
 And yet all his joy is empty and sad.
 All thoughts are scarred with the prison cell and freedom
 seems like freedom's hell
 Hope stained with strange regret, His dreams are dreams
 for that he cannot get.
 And yet all his joy is empty and sad.
 Lose all identity, Vanish in own denial
 Seeks only lies and hide, Truth never brought to trial.
 And caught in his own net, he looks to find endless life and
 evading, he's escaping
 Four dirty walls and a bed in a cage his home no more.
 Run in the underwood, Cover and hide the trail
 Senses like sharpened sword, Guards for the shadow on his tail.