Free

The moon hides in the hollers,
The stars stare through the trees.
The whippoorwill is calling,
Calling softly,
Love, come to me.

The wind waltzes so wildly
The creek can't catch its breath.
The sycamores beguile me,
Guide me to the depths
To find the peace
That still runs from me.

Wasting my days
Casting my strength away.
Oh Truth, take me now,
Find me a quiet place,
Lock this life beneath all grace,
Wash my soul of his face.

The world fades far from reckoning,
My crumbled will succumbs.
The silent light is beckoning,
Come, I'll take away his memory,
I'll set you free.