To be free

As solemn statues cry their tears of rubble

Among the ruins I will finally be free

If I tear the placenta and burst the bubble

Perhaps then you’ll let me stumble

As I climb that steep road, panting haltingly

As solemn statues cry their tears of rubble

Do not stretch out that hand, let me bite the gravel

Looking in the mirror I know what I will see

If I tear the placenta and burst the bubble

It’s for your own good, we love you they mumble

So what, I say, just let me be

As solemn statues cry their tears of rubble

You created me but now stay humble

For these chains are not fit for me to carry

If I tear the placenta and burst the bubble

Free from being the fruit of an old tumble

I grab a shovel and get to the gritty

As solemn statues cry their tears of rubble

What you gave me I’ll give back double

I look down smiling and say I’m sorry

If I tear the placenta and burst the bubble

The bird of fire sings a last melody

To be reborn you have to crumble

I spread my wings, thinking I’ll crash

The bird of fire sings a last melody

As solemn statues cry tears of ash

Grab the shovel and be free.