Cutting the strings
There now, they've all gon
almost as if they never had bee
I turn my eyes backwards and I gaze into my own gaz
I turn my eyes inwards and I gaze into my own fac
I built my prison stone by ston
how many useless knots I tie
I dug the pitfalls in my pat
how many useless tears I crie
here to build in worlds of beaut
no-one made a joy a dut
no-one, no-one but m
I saw the birds that flew so fre
I envied them their grace divin
I saw the dancer's airy step
theirs was a different world than min
here to build in worlds of glor
no-one made my sad sad stor
no-one, no-one but m
when useless walls come tumbling dow
sparrows will sing on the fallen stone
Adam will pull the knife from his bro
Eve will lick the salt from his wound
free to make my own tomorro
free to free my heart from sorro
free to hear and smell and se
free to be me, free to be fre