Freed From a Prison

I've been freed
From the past, a prison I did not know
That I was in till I was out.
There's a bird in a tree.
Is he singing to me? Is he singing a song,
A song about remember when?
I've been freed
From the past, a prison I did not know
That I was in till I was out.

The face of past appeared
To stare me down
Until my eyes went wild.
The sound I feared to hear
Was never gone.
It was always just near enough to remind me
That the music is the one thing I can't live
without.

How is it that
Everything you see today takes on
A different shape than yesterday?
Can you sit through the fire of a thought
Or will you snuff out the flame?
The pain remains on your fingertips.
I've been freed
From the past, a prison I did not know
That I was in.

The face of past appeared
To stare me down
Until my eyes went wild.
The sound I feared to hear
Was never gone.
It was always just near enough to remind me
That the music is the one thing that
will never die.

Sparrows fly together
Then disperse across the land
Like pebbles being thrown
From a child's hand.