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?