Umm... How about I call this one 'Title'?

As the wind curves around the edge

Of this place,

Of all I know,

I wish it would carry me

Out of my silence,

Out of my exile.

But that will never happen

So I must move,

So I must run,

Like nothing holds me back

But something does

But I cannot stay

There is no give here,

Not in me,

Not in life.

There is only the fight

Always in me,

Always in life.

One of us must give,

But neither will.

So I must run.