Tomorrow, you will be free

Please don't stop me, my love,
let me lie down and kiss the ground,
let me taste the taste of freedom
on my tongue and remember my past no
more. Let my tears mingle with the sand
and the sun comfort my soul, for the earth
has opened up her mouth and swallowed my
past, no more tears, no more pain, only
sweet music shall ring in my ears.

Look down on her, O Lord, look down and
see your daughter weeping in the sand,
she ripped out her heart and has cast it
into the sea, she said,
"Tomorrow, I will be free."

But the ground where she laid is now
drunken with her past, affliction and
confusion. I tried to comfort her and said,
"Come my love, come, for tomorrow is still yet to come,"
but she cannot be comforted, her body's covered
with wounds I cannot see and her words I do not
understand.

Night is fallen and my soul grows weak but I will
not leave her, I will cuddle her in my arms and
whisper in her ears,
"Tomorrow, you will be free,
"Tomorrow, you will be free."