Here’s my response to SackJo22’s call for ccM fundraiser. I consider this track a ‘poem with music’. All words are from SackJo22’s original lyrics. Instrumental version and stems, here.

To Free Me
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I sit there quietly,
Thinking what you mean to me.

The light filters gently through the glass of shrines;
The men, they pray gently, their words being mine.
In a web of derision until we are lost;
In a wind of decision, like dust we are tossed.

To free me,
To free me.

It’s a storm of choice.
Which is the right voice to follow?
The way I choose to look at you.

To free me,
To free me.

The light filters gently through the glass of shrines;
The men, they pray gently, their words being mine.