Ode to Freedom

Now I feel the weight of my path Horizon crosses out the tower of trees As long as my hands are pierced with steel The bone is intact but the soul twisted Those leaves are dead now They walk the ground I hear the voices pounding on my chest So I turn the television off and listen to their song A tale of liberation Those leaves are dead now They walk the ground And I died with them too Hear the scream Internal hail Liberator Freeing what we should be Storm has come tonight In the moment when I felt the soil The moon has crawled into my eyes The sky has grown it leads my hand Through the dark yet soothing forest Those leaves are dead now They walk the ground And I died with them too Hear the scream Internal hail Liberator Freeing what we should be What we should be Mother? Do you pray for what I do? Do you think of where I'm now? It's not only a place It's a charge of thoughts It's not for leaving you It's for not leaving myself Hear the scream (Which follows one to darkness) Internal hail (Turns right or wrong so kind) Liberator (Its blade's defiled with madness) Freeing what we should be (And turns its end on sight) What we should be (And turns its end on sight) (And turns its end on sight) And turns its end on sight