Breaking Loose

I am breaking out.
I am loosing the ties.
Jails don't get any better so why.
Lonelyness can never satisfy.
I think I can no longer stay.
So I walk out am on my way,
Should I meet you?
I don't know,
unless you are on the streets too.
Will I like you?
I don't know,
unless you please my eyes and heart too.
Should I feel you?
I don't know,
unless you let me know you.
And my hopes of being with you?
I don't know,
unless you let me stick right by you,
so don't just read me, know me.
Then open your arms and receive me.
Hold my hand and lead me.
Show me where you want me.