Oh holy, holy day,
I won’t let anyone take my voice away
Oh holy, holy day,
Oh holy, holy day
I will be a singer for the free
A singer for…
Holy, holy day,
I won’t let my creativity stay
Away anymore.
Oh, holy, holy
Is this singing for…
Sounds are like jewels on my teeth
Sounds are like sparkles I can speak
And say all that is around
The simple sound
Of someone singing a song
I’m sad and I’m tired,
I twisted up my desires
And lost myself along the way
I poured out my heart
For playing a part
That was never mine to play.
Oh I’m sad and I’m tired
I twisted up my desires
With something that never wanted
My mind to be this way.
When I sing I’m bigger than all these things
I can fly, I can soar, I can see.
Oh When I sing I’m bigger than all these things,
I can fly, I can soar, I can see.
I’ve been sad and I’ve been tired
And I’ve seen a way through
I’m singing to open up a way to you
A way through the fog of all this
seeking, greed-ing,
A way through the fog of what’s not true
The fog of depletion
In the mask of productivity
For there’s a way, a way to clear this all away
And I can almost see it when I sing
So I’ll sing my way through this fog
And I’ll find a way from me to you.
Oh, what will it come to?
Clear this solemn fear
Clear away the fear
Clear it all away
Find me a way,
Find me a way.
Clear this fear,
Clear it all away,
Find me a way,
Find me a way
Clear this fog,
Clear it all away,
Find me a way,
Find me a way.
