I'd rather set you free
to see you in the street
one day happily
but these chains've been
kept just too long
close to the heart of thee
How guilty am I
not to set you free?

I should have let you know
this world's never again
going to be so quiet,
even though
standing on the mountain top
I'd do anything
just to deny it
and the fact that the rivers flow
How guilty am I
not to let you know?

One day I might feel you grow
you, but an innocent dream
led by a sinful soul
How guilty am I
not to grow cold?

I play, I sing
Deep in the night
Sometimes I write
But out of your sight

I draw, I paint
Gloriously silent
Sometimes I listen
Well that's my only talent

Through all these times
There's a lot I've done and
A lot I've learned
But for sure I know
You did nothing wrong
If you let somebody be happy
Right where he's able to,
Right where he belongs.

Now through all these songs
In here, there's a lot I've loved
A lot I've owed
But for sure I know
You should have built a wall
The songs they are
Like a mirror themselves
*Like a mirror of their own.

And then one day
You asked me what happened with
All the poems of mine
And I said they're all gone
With those so many reasons
For writing them

They're gone with myself

But I grabbed a sheet and
Wrote down the new ones
Instead of them poems
But something inside of them
Has been rapidly changed
With those so many reasons
For writing them

They've been changed.