And when he looks at me, With those bottomless eyes of his, Eyes that sear my soul, shatter the walls that remain and oust the sorrow within, I am set free.
Flying with those that never died Dancing with the sun that never set, And singing with stars that have no voice, I am free.
Free from the worldly chains that bind me, Tethering me to thistles and thorns, That bleed ichor and laugh pain, I was free.