Tomorrow, you will be free
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."