His blood's on stone. It's running down the frozen wall. His hand's so cold. He's trying not to fall. Oh will he make it now. One slip and he's lost. It's his last chance for freedom. It's all that he's got. He feels good so right. Hot sweat on a cold night. Breaking free into the wind. He's got nothing to lose just win. He's just a runaway. He's free now and on his way. He's almost home. Just one push and. He'll take this wall. It's blood on stone. From trying not to fall. He's made it now. Where others have not. Just one last jump to freedom. Is all that he's got. .