Shrouded in my self doubt, you carried my burdens. You bore the wounds I would inflict, undertook me when I was weak. From your cup you gave me water, when I was without drink. And the words you spoke of free men, in a world that no one sees.
Young king, bring to me your fear. For you, I would give up everything. Into the wind, you are free. Young king, be a better man than me.
Settle in your own skin. Find it in your fledgling blood, to chase after blue skies, dream higher than mountain tops. Your words, echo. Your voice like thunder. Your words, echo. Your voice like thunder
Your will Your will Your will Your will Your will Your will is for me to be, for me to be, Free.