(Truly Free)

Offer myself up in the hope of better harvest

While the bone and break collide

With a fair wind I'll be back in time to start this

But there's still my mind to find

I keep going back under the tree

Where you first let yourself kiss me

I know it's impossible while I can't let it go

While you're still plaguing me so

Of all the ways to watch you leave

To go to her was really how to floor me

And through the fog of grieving

There's my gut reaction screaming

You don't need so much help

Do it all by yourself

To be truly free