Free

You can bind my feet,
you can bind my hand,
tell me where to sit,
or stand,
but you can not own me,
for I am free.

When you are set free

Judgements all around me
Can’t help the past that surrounds me
Like the moon with its glow
Yet

Birds that can't fly

A bird that can't fly,
Sits in a miniature cage,
On a perch, and looks through the silver wires,
This

When you are set free, You'll no longer feel any pain, Regret, remorse, Will no longer have you in chains, The flesh will

Will you be a child of the King?
Or would you say, mama I just want a sing?
Will you be a child of the Royal Priesthood?
Or