Leaving one day
Not born here out of choice
Struggling to leave
The prison city circle
Making a battery out of me
To make it all more bearable
Spend more money than I have
Have fun in intervals
Then the debt gets really bad
The circle gains momentum
I get in it deeper
I want to leave so badly
Have become a chronic sleeper
To escape the daily drudgery
The escalating loneliness
Of this singles city
That holds nothing but emptiness
Yet survive I must
And one day leave the circle mill
On the edge of despair
I lean entirely on God's will
Where I go will not be easy
And difficult in other ways I'm sure
But what I know is I shall never be short of company
Or support if the situation gets sore
We'll stick in it together
United we will stand
Practise there has been
It'll come in hand
Money I still won't have
May meet dire straits
But at least I'm on my own soil
And not within these prison gates
I'll be at the heart of the last bastion
Of my people's soul
I'll fight to the end with those that are left
Who do not want them to ruin it all
I'll feel real seasons
Be cold, wind-swept and wet
The Summer months will be golden
Skin warming the best yet
Colour will return to my body
Surroundings will energise my soul
The countryside a stone's throw away
Awaiting my call
If perfection would have it
I don't ask a lot
I'd have enough savings
To buy a house and a plot
We'd thrive and work
To our own time and delight
Enjoy the fruits of our labour
Now that to me would be a sight!
You would all be welcome
To indulge in this retreat
In the Summer we'd swim in the lake
In the Winter we would warm your feet
A sanctuary would manifest
Where you could leave your troubles behind
And slow down to realise
That infinity has the time.
Not born here out of choice
Struggling to leave
The prison city circle
Making a battery out of me
To make it all more bearable
Spend more money than I have
Have fun in intervals
Then the debt gets really bad
The circle gains momentum
I get in it deeper
I want to leave so badly
Have become a chronic sleeper
To escape the daily drudgery
The escalating loneliness
Of this singles city
That holds nothing but emptiness
Yet survive I must
And one day leave the circle mill
On the edge of despair
I lean entirely on God's will
Where I go will not be easy
And difficult in other ways I'm sure
But what I know is I shall never be short of company
Or support if the situation gets sore
We'll stick in it together
United we will stand
Practise there has been
It'll come in hand
Money I still won't have
May meet dire straits
But at least I'm on my own soil
And not within these prison gates
I'll be at the heart of the last bastion
Of my people's soul
I'll fight to the end with those that are left
Who do not want them to ruin it all
I'll feel real seasons
Be cold, wind-swept and wet
The Summer months will be golden
Skin warming the best yet
Colour will return to my body
Surroundings will energise my soul
The countryside a stone's throw away
Awaiting my call
If perfection would have it
I don't ask a lot
I'd have enough savings
To buy a house and a plot
We'd thrive and work
To our own time and delight
Enjoy the fruits of our labour
Now that to me would be a sight!
You would all be welcome
To indulge in this retreat
In the Summer we'd swim in the lake
In the Winter we would warm your feet
A sanctuary would manifest
Where you could leave your troubles behind
And slow down to realise
That infinity has the time.
