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Chorus:
I have no fear. Freedom is here. The path is clear. My feathers transcend these fetters.
Intro:
Faith. The substance of things hoped for. The evidence of things not seen.
Verse:
Iâd rather jump of a cliff, and at this begin to fly. Iâd rather die trying to fly. Iâd rather sacrifice all, take the risk to fall than continue to fall. Iâd rather die trying to fly than wake ach morning with a sigh, or to be for many years wondering why. Iâd rather be alone, take the risk to be free from the sound of the lips that keep me in the grip of a lie that will mentally strip me of my chance to fly. Iâd rather be alone than condone such a tone. Itâs time to give up and let go. Itâs time to decrease and lighten the load. Itâs time to focus so I can see the road. Itâs time to give away false necessities, ill identities and manipulated destinies that cause this delay. Wandering astray from the predestined purpose of each day. Bring me back to the Way. You see, weâre lost by what we portray. This lure of the eyes. A cultural franchise, strategized by a social disguise. Epitomized by silent cries. Recognized when the lids of my eyes can no longer rise. At dawn I continue to yawn. All day long I ignore the song and just go on. But the words continue to burn. And as my soul yearns I learn to discern that now is the hour for satan to cower, as we master the art of spoken power. To fear I saw âdisappearâ. To doubt I say âget outâ. To confusion I say âyou are no longer my pollutionâ.
Verse:
Listen and believe. This is not human interpretation or psychological explanation. This is my intercession. This is the art of spoken power through which the recession of oppression will take succession. As truth is told and light exposed, watch your future unfold. As slaves are resold, and purchased not with gold, but with Godâs own soul. Listen and believe. Believe and receive clarification and revelation. From wisdom earned through lessons learned. Through mishaps and misflights. Through chains, strains and acusations of being insane. Through years of tears from the onlookerâs snears. Itâs time to blind my eyes to the eyes that gaze and judge always. The judgements of man cannot stand. So I stand and say I have no fear. Freedom is here. The path is clear. I will fly. I wil not fall. I wil jump. I will answer the call. And if I trip, sevenfold I will not stall. Because my feathers have transcended these fetters.
Verse:
Beloved, receive this warning. Remember as you wake each morning. When the path is right, itâs a lonely flight. When you break the rules, theyâll call you a fool. When they donât understand, theyâll make a demand. Theyâll pass and ask and condemn your task. And when victory comes, theyâll say âGod bless youâ. As if they supported you the whole way through. Let not their inquisitions transition your decisions. Donât justify your choice to fly. Judge not the value of your transactions by the satisfaction of the reactions, or lack thereof. Speak not your rebuttals. Just nod and smile. For in a little while your defeat will be complete as your testimony speaks. So speak, because there are many voices sent to confuse your choices. Their misconception is a digression. An abortion to my portion. A contraception to my expression. They compare to what theyâve known. Their confrontation is their own. What they call infraction is, in fact, a fraction of my freedom. So, let my lack of restriction be their example, their preamble to deliverance through conviction of ignorance. With this insurrection, I procure my resurrection. With these words, I assert my cure. Iâve refashioned this passion with satisfaction through action, regardless the reaction. So, as we approach the conclusion, consider a solution. Search your heartâs intentions. Reconsider your motivations. We can dissipate these frustrations and avoid such deliberations. Compare not. For they, comparing themselves amongst themselves are not wise. Open your eyes. Forsake your compromise. Stand up with haste. Youâre still in the race. Take your part. The Lord will execute the thoughts of his heart. The vision waits for you, anticipates you. Draw near. Your deliverer is here. Draw near. Your deliverance is here. And itâs not in the serenity of a distance memory, but in the remembrance of your inheritance. The just shall live by faith.
Verse:
So take a leap. Take a leap and his covenant he will keep. And the disappointment that became an ointment of disgrace across your face will be erased. Renew your mind. This time you will find your future is bright. Stand up and fight. But first, get on your knees. Reconsider who you want to please. Make a decision. Reconstruct your vision. but as for me, I defend my position.
- Album:
- Revelation of Love