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 pain, no more fear,
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, the sea has spewed out her heart
and the sun has hidden his face.
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."