You've let me go, but haven't set me free.
Swaying with each dove, each one with broken wings.
For everyone who's held down by these chains,
The tempo slows, now we're at one, let them struggle in all the world's pain.
Their anger, so fierce, burning each of us slowly.
No more moments keeping it inside, now it's our turn, we'll let out such suttle cries.
We'll make wishes, and we'll have our dreams.
Today we've been let go,
but when will you set us free?