I was once a respectable man,
Owning gold, owning souls, owning land;
An existence so parceled and planned.
I hadnt a clue of what freedom meant.
The power that I held bought its own consent.
The wealth that I owned, it really owned me,
Demanded my soul
I had to break free.
So I cast off all petty pretense.
Turned my back on my inheritance.
To be true, Ive not stopped running since.
Ive run from my life. Ive run from the strain.
Ive run into walls I could not rename.
Ive raised up my fist. Ive cried to the sky.
No sound echoed back. No words in reply.
There are walls built around all our lives.
Walls that guard, walls that save, walls that hide.
Then someone startles you out of the shadows.
And as youre standing there, gently, your hand opens.
No walls can save you now. Freedom has found you.
No walls can hold it back. Where will you go?
I have lived many lives. Ive seen too much pain.
Too much sacrifice. Too little regained.
Id stopped asking why. Id given up hope.
I never thought Id find dreams I could hold.
Where, without walls, where will I go?
Ive run from my life. Ive run from the strain.
Ive run into walls I could not rename.
Id stopped asking why. Id given up hope.
I never thought Id find dreams I could hold.
Like the walls, like the walls, I am broken.
Like a child, like a child, I begin.
Ive lived many lives. Done just as I wished.
Ive found many lies. Its truth Ive dismissed.
Now walls that Ive built have all fallen in.
Do I have the strength to start in again?