Releasing, Refrain
Simply unsung or tremendous in voice
wrapped around freedom and packaged in choice
All of your actions stiff counted on chains
hung rigid in metal and held in refrain
Just like the keys on the jailer of old
tempting and rusted on one ring of gold
Penitent prisoners in songs of release
Jailer's legs up on the table in ease
You hold the keys to this infinite fire
which burns through the chords of every desire
and snaps up to lick at the base of your heart
a whistling of tragedy 'bout to depart
You can ignore all the noise in the cell
singing each song you know perfectly well
or you can reach down to your skeleton keys
and unlock the voices to let them fly free.
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