In the quiet of the night, where dreams lie awake,
I hear the call of distant lands, a whisper I can’t shake.
The stars above, they guide my way, through forests dark and deep,
To where the unknown paths unfold, and secrets softly seep.

The moonlight casts its silver glow, on roads that twist and wind,
A journey to escape the past, to leave it all behind.
With every step, the shadows fade, as courage finds its voice,
To run away, to break the chains, a liberating choice.

The gentle breeze, it lifts my heart, as freedom’s song ignites,
The world becomes a canvas vast, with endless days and nights.
Beyond the horizon’s glowing edge, new stories wait to start,
To run away, to find oneself, and heal a weary heart.

Yet in the silence of the dawn, a truth begins to show,
That running from the past alone, is not the way to grow.
For in the journey’s winding course, the soul must learn to stay,
To face the shadows, find the light, and turn to face the day.