I stood, accused and guilty of many crimes,
I went and burned my offerings a thousand times,
I know the place, the landscape: been here before,
I will not walk the bad mile anymore.
'Cause I have seen the sun that I shine comes down like pouring waters,
And two wrongs will never make a right.
Many times what we're believing is bound to change just like the seasons,
We're blind eyed, of short sight, mistake the darkest night for the light of day.
So if tonight I'm leaving and finally let go, maybe you'll find a freedom you've never known,
You're pushed into the twilight against your will, and for a timeless second you're heart stands still,
But cutting through the veil of despair a gentle wind is blowing, breathing life on weary bones in chains.
Many times what we're believing is bound to change just like the seasons,
We're blind eyed, of short sight, we know not wrong from what's right,
And as we sink into the mystery of what we are and what we should be, we let go of our shadows and in the end we know.
Our true face of pure grace, a spirit fair and always,
We will dance, we will fly - everyone is so afraid to try.
What if we would finally let go?
What if we would finally let go?
Only to find...only to find we're all we need to be.
What if we would finally let go of all our Babel towers, only to find we're all we need to be?
