Break Free
Like the moth from the safety of it's cacoon
or the baby from it's mothers womb
born in beauty enter in
that we may relish loves sweet sin.
Controlled by feelings long since dead,
think with your heart and not your head.
Escape this prison you are in,
that we may relish loves sweet sin.
The moth it turned to butterfly,
the baby uttered welcome cry.
Both free from the safety of their confines,
to enter into better times.
Can you break away from your past,
knowing the fear you suffer shall not last?
Can you but come to me and enter in
that we may relish loves sweet sin?
Break free, break free
Kevin F. Dustin
