Am I truly free? Or am I still enslaved?
Enduring sleepless nights, dead through half the day.

The bonds and chains were broken. In Christ, I'm alive.
Yet I hesitate in fear, only to pretend to live in my mind.

Every scenario, good and bad, all play throughout my dreams.
But when will I finally gather the courage to face all of these things.

When will I release? When will I unbound myself from fright?
When will I see this through? I desperately await the day that I might.

I'm so sick of all the secrets, of all the little white lies.
I'm sick of holding myself down, of restraining my every cry.

Dear God, give me strength! Another way to be strong.
Permit me to prove to myself that I won't be weak for long.

Lord, please be with me as I endure this struggle. I need you here and now.
I feel like a slave to fear. I cannot live my life. I feel I'm fading out.