The Bell rings at midnight
Strike

Fear might've stroke at first clock's tick

A yearn to escape might have happened at seconds clock's click.

Wonder of what and where and how to go, how this'll play out... Where do I go?

I ask

Wake up it says

Wake up

You're here now

The third clock has ticked, a click and one trick, you no longer fear now, you see there is more to life than the run...

Tears wash away with the realization of faded fear, possible to sing, to be flushed yet there, able to sing, I can, I can...

Bells ring at midnight but my night isn't over, I don't have to run away.

I don't have to run away

Free is what I say... Free is how I'll stay