They will come get me and save me from this place,

And bring me to the city of lights with love I will embrace;

And alone in the park strolling at dark,

And great oaks, towering deep brown bark;

I will feel the cool chill air,

Sliping through my thick brown hair;

And yes I am free,

I am at peace with me;

And yes I will forget of all that has happened,

Though my soul is still partly blackened;

And yes I will wake up at noon,

And find myself still in June.