Break Free
Like the moth from the safety of its cocoonor the baby from its mother's womb
Born in beauty enter in,
that we may relish loves sweet sin.
Controlled by feelings long since dead,
Think with your heart and not your head.
Escape this prison you are in,
that we might relish loves sweet sin.
The moth it turned to butterfly,
the baby uttered welcome cry.
Both free from the safety of their confines,
to enter into better times.
Can you break away from your past,
knowing the fear you suffer shall not last?
Can you come to me and enter in
that we may relish loves sweet sin?
Break free, break free!
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