Standing in the hall of Heaven, where I need to be,
Begging at the temple gate of Beautiful, is me,
There's a need in me,
Correct the faults and move ahead; yesterday is done,
All the penance I can bring is my contribution,
There's a need, I see, to be free.

Free, free, free.

Overcome, but not beat down; tired eyelids creep,
When a life's been broke to pieces, it's only everything,
Everything, yeah,
Supplicated thoughts surround me - intersecting maze,
Choices always on the line; mark the course that brings me free, always free.

Free, free, free, free.

Free, free,
Free, free.

Free, free,
Free, free.

Free, free, free, free.