\"Close my eyes, I see a better place... Where the pain fades, where I can escape. Melodies rise, they carry me away... A dream is born, I’ll find my way.\" These walls talk louder than the voices I know, they echo my doubts, remind me I’m alone. Every crack in the ceiling is a map to despair, I trace it with my mind, hoping freedom’s somewhere. Then one day, I heard a sound that broke the chains, a rhythm in the static cutting through the pain. It wasn’t much—just a beat on repeat, but it lit a fire deep down beneath my feet. I found a pen, scratched words on the floor, a melody whispered, “There’s something more.” Every verse I wrote became my escape, a key to a door where dreams take shape. I didn’t need much, just the sound in my ears, to drown out the chaos, to silence my fears. The music became my voice, my safe place, a world I could build far from this space. Escape plan, my ticket out the flames, a melody to guide me, a way to break the chains. Escape plan, I’m running toward the light, leaving all the shadows buried in the night. I was twelve when the notes began to sing, taught me I could soar with broken wings. The streets were cold, but the music was fire, it gave me a purpose, built my desire. I saw a vision of a life I could hold, where my stories were heard, my pain turned to gold. No longer a victim of the streets’ cold hand, I was building a castle out of grains of sand. Every snare, every kick, every rhyme, helped me climb out of the depths of time. They said dreams are for fools, but I didn’t care, I had a map now, a vision to share. The pen was my sword, the beat was my guide, and for the first time, I felt alive inside. \"They told me to stay in the dark, but I found a spark, I found my mark. The melody showed me a way to stand, this is my life, this is my plan.\" Escape plan, my ticket out the flames, a melody to guide me, a way to break the chains. Escape plan, I’m running toward the light, leaving all the shadows buried in the night.