Road Test

There’s fun and there’s pain
We’ve all seen the sun after it’s rained
But can we all agree to be free?
When what is free-dom, but a choice?
I know I’ve raised, my voice, for certain
To get out from under some rocks, thrown on me
So why not raise up, your own melody?
Pick up a shell, and hear the sea?
Throw back your head and laugh for a breath
Take another road test
To get away from where you’ve been...
And reach the stars like the rest.