The man has let me up again, I’m freed from mental prison.
I heed the words of common sense, in songs of optimism.
I drop the bricks I’m carrying, and stop to smell a flower.
As others run the circle path, I laugh and feel the power.
Defeat the enemy with my reflection in his pupils,
I’m now lead by a higher law, not by your moral scruples.
My innocents redeemed, I hold on to the wooden rod.
I now know who it is I am- Matthew, a gift from God.
