Freedomfire Burnin’

Freedomfire burnin’ for the way of light.
Freedomfire burnin’ with the love that stays all fight.

A lonesome soldier thinkin’
‘bout freedom in the night.
Later he’ll be killin’.
Sure, it isn’t right.

Lonesome are the hours
before the mighty dawn.
A few shall know the hour
of the coming of the Lord,
of the love, the only hope.

Freedomfire burnin’ with revelation’s might.
Freedomfire burnin’ in the heartbeat of my bride.

The vision of the future, the fading of the past,
the luminous unfolding of soul’s eternal path
are the joyful ocean of the ever present now
where union is revealed
as the mystic goal of love that is the one.

Sometimes I’m a-weepin’ tears
and suffer cries for more
with freedomfire burnin’ in my heart of hope.

The cruelty of ignorance encircling conscious souls
will never be the answer,
never be the whole.

In the happiness of freedom our love will grow
and embrace all as becomin’
of the body of the Lord for you and me to explore.

Freedomfire burnin’ with creation’s might.
A kiss is every moment of
wonder, cosmic, wide.

Do they feel the wonder?
See the vision wide?
The freedomfire burnin’,
is it with them in the night?

Are we born to die, driven by the cry?
Or are we born to smile
with freedomfire burnin’, the fire from the height?

Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany