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by Gary E. Andrews - 04/22/25 06:35 PM
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"Escape to freedom"
In your hands of mercy was I laid from the moment of my birth And you being a king, and your kingdom being the earth Like a shining knight in your palace, I grew loyal through the years And I bowed my head to your glory, and drank from the cup of your joy and fears
I learned to love my king, who was so wise and fair Did you no wrong, your servant was I through moments of trial and despair You pronounced me prince and made me head of your castle bright Down the corridors did I shine, like your angel of light
One day I rode off, down the fields of the land Behold, before me stood a fair maiden, whom caught my eye, as I so pleaded for her hand Aware I became of the cool summer's windy breeze, as it rustled gently amidst the grass and the trees Saw the clouds above me, her beautiful face soon brought me down to my knees
I cried to the stars at night, and wondered at the heavens above Through the autumn I walked into passages and visions of its love In the winter the snow fell on the earth covering the ground in a blanket of white And I beheld what was real, and before me appeared the appearance of light
Looking through the reflections of the day Piping fancily down its visages when it unfolds into the evening's way It felt like being part of the air, fleeing on the wings of time, nothing was strange to me And only time knew, that I had found the secret of being free
The day passed quickly, as I returned to perform my duties granted for my king When I looked into his eyes, I beheld that something in him was changing He did age as if time was upon himself, his heart was full of hatred and rage, ranting madly in his chambers all around Traces of life vanished from before him, his love was nevermore to be found
He led me into his outer chambers, where laid the desolations and emptiness of life He showed me a man on a lifeless mountain, weeping and gnashing in fear and strife His heart was saying these words, "You must worship me, lest I take my kinship from thee" And I hearing him, saw torment and bondage flash before me
He began mocking my lack of freedom, as he danced in his lake of fire And he possessing my soul was the ultimatum of desire For he knew, the fear within me, and that I had found the secret doorway of the free But going through this door must I endure the fear of being able to see
Being able to see, you are brought into the awareness of the living And you'll find yourself in a ship sailing out to sea, during a storm, shipwrecked and sinking You would call out for miles on miles, from horizon to horizon with no one hearing Alone you must find strength and defeat death and walk upon the waters of the living
You would find yourself then, laying calmly and freely upon the fields Thus did you earn your reward, a kingly armor and shield Walking through the garden you would find your sweet maiden softly singing "Angel of light, my love for you, keep on burning""
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