burning books

How beautiful our thoughts can be Sitting alone in this car With so many others Waiting just like me To get somewhere How beautiful life can be Someone painted all these scenes I can't believe I made it to this place I never thought I'd see the day How far away those dark nights seem Imprints of mistrust remain But I'm no longer in that place Wishing for rain Oh, to be free We're all constrained But my thoughts are my own Some seem so long ago Oh to be free I want to burn those books of thought Those feelings still live inside But I'm moving on The sun seeps into my frame