--Day One. A stolen day away from it all. Away from my dark, the damp, the dust and the rust. My only one, the one day I am free. But where is the rest of my freedom? From birth I have worked, and from birth I have searched. Life cannot sustain. Life cannot be this. Where is my love? My family lost in the timeless fields. Of me, an orphan, to a society broken.

--Where does the wind go? Where I cannot follow. Where I cannot see, smell nor feel That place is where my freedom lives. Amongst the still branches I dwell. The casual just, innocent faces of another stranger, in a pristine society, strangled quietly. And now my face crumbles, the burden of the old, stricken young. But why am I destroyed and distraught? How come? Conjure the day I steal I swift breath and run. Here in nature, above the fields I have come.

--Today, I am free. And maybe I will be tomorrow, and for the ret of my time. This life of work I cannot, these dreams are too strong to forget. Of a life where I'm clean. Free from the evil of the face I see that is not mine. Born unto fear, I will leave. Walking, running, I'll be gone. Wherever the branches may turn, grass may fold, and wherever the wind may go, lost in the fields of innocence.