When we admit it into existence Then it becomes part of everything else That means it has a birth, a life, and a death As long as it stays, under the surface It doesn't seem to... die Repressed... memories... That didn't seem to be going anywhere When we lock the door, the charm is inside And if we lock the door, who else could have the key? Yeah this is about the freedom How do we feel in our own hearts? Do we feel free? Or is there a lot of walls? Prisons that we live inside? I mean it takes us nearly to the edge Forgiveness is giving up all from the past When you hold resentment to another You're bound to that person or condition By an emotional view that is stronger than steel Forgiveness comes at the moment where we give up The moment it becomes more important for us to be free Than it does to be right So do you wanna be right Or do you wanna be free?