Free The Child

Prison break to the mad dash fast and loose chivalric jazz - your instruments: a sword and shield on ever-dented armor - shouts and cries, this liberating cadence, no time for patience.

We've got to move they’re after us and it's a long hard fight to the Towers top

Every demon guards a dark corner and a turn - they hiss and shout from inside your mind

"You're no good." "You just don't have it in you." "You can't do it." "We will stomp your skull and scatter your guts like every other punk who tried to man up."

And you won't say a damn thing. The Sharp fire of your eyes will speak

And the lunging of your body through it all,

Exhausting every arrow, taking every hit and carving out a path to the final door,

Almost in the total grip of your own rage,

You break the iron that makes a cage, and the child looks at you in utter terror

And the hand of his spirit pulls you out of the dark armor that is choking you and you see it now

And you feel it now

And you will never be the same again

Your heart is turned to gold and all the power of the champion restores your broken limbs.

He laughs and your fear-whitened hairs are gilded,

And your crown forever will be:

"Come with me. I will protect you.

Nothing bad will ever happen to you again.

With this sword, I swear to cut any shackle of "Be Realistic,"

Any chain of doubt that would entomb you.

Be free and live forever."