Looking for a Way Out of Here

Looking for a way out of here, where my life may finally clear. From the clutter that's formed, my mind feels like it's stormed. Through many unhappy times, I've had to endure the crimes. The passion my heart has held, has taken my strength and led. My thinking has gone from here, far away so I can become free. To a place where peace abounds, and all I can hear are the sounds. With the wind in my hair as it blows, across the mountains as the air flows.