Freed from a Prison

I've been freed From the past, a prison I did not know That I was in till I was out. There's a bird in a tree. Is he singing to me? Is he singing a song, A song about remember when? I've been freed From the past, a prison I did not know That I was in till I was out. The face of past appeared To stare me down Until my eyes went wild. The sound I feared to hear Was never gone. It was always just near enough to remind me That the music is the one thing I can't live Without. How is it that Everything you see today takes on A different shape than yesterday? Can you sit through the fire of a thought Or will you snuff out the flame? The pain remains on your fingertips. I've been freed From the past, a prison I did not know That I was in. The face of past appeared To stare me down Until my eyes went wild. The sound I feared to hear Was never gone. It was always just near enough to remind me That the music is the one thing that Will never die. Sparrows fly together Then disperse across the land Like pebbles being thrown From a child's hand.