The fateful evening
Spent the evening on a beach, He had his eyes on my peach. Next day morning, thought he'd talk to me But he talks to you and I feel free - Free to go and be me. But he doesn't want to set me free. I'm stuck in his web of lies, And just when I think no one hears my cries, I feel the almighty by my side, And I stride with precision and pride, Towards a direction that changes our tide.