Break Away

Here’s the song I woke up with running through my head.

“Breakaway”

Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I’d just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I’d end up happy
I would pray (I would pray)

Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away

[Chorus:]
I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly
I’ll do what it takes til’ I touch the sky
And I’ll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won’t forget all the ones that I love
I’ll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away (I will)
And breakaway

[Chorus]

Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging around revolving doors
Maybe I don’t know where they’ll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

I’ll spread my wings
And I’ll learn how to fly
Though it’s not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won’t forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

The second part of the first verse really seems to apply to me right now.

Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away

We’ve lived here in this house for 5 years.  I still feel like a stranger in my own town.  We know a few people, but it seems every time we try to reach out, we are invisible.   I find myself longing for next year, longing to buy that RV and break away, follow our dreams and tour the country.

I’ve always been a gypsy at heart.  I moved around a lot as a kid. Fourteen schools between kindergarten and 12th grade.  After graduating with my Associate in Surgical Technology I put in my year of experience needed to be able to start traveling, doing 3 month temp contracts with hospitals around the country.  I did that for almost 13 years.  Only when I was near family did I ever consider doing more than one contract at the same place.

Then I came to Syracuse.  That was back in 2001 or 2002.  I’ve been here since, helping my parents, meeting my husband on eHarmony, and putting down roots for the first time in my life.  My parents moved to Arizona last year, Jim and I feel stuck in a house we no longer wish to own, and all the “friends” we thought we had disappeared when my parents moved.  Apparently, we were just  an extension of my parents, not friends in our own right.

So here we sit, trying to survive as we prepare to break away, take a chance, try something new.

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