Exile Heather Dale

You're begging on your knees without dirtying your hand
You want someone to love, but not someone I can
The wilderness calls me again, a trusted friend in my exile
I'm free in my exile, I'm free

The stringless thorns replace the fishhooks in my flesh
You try to draw me in but still deny the net
You're clinging to what I have left while I forget in my exile
I'm free in my exile, I'm free to forget

My brand these rags and tatters on my feet
But here tests I know that I can meet

You say that I am weak and kiss the tears away
You offer what I need for more than I can pay
My choice is who I should betray or to stay in my exile
I'm free in my exile, I'm free to stay
I'm free in my exile
I'm free in my exile, I'm free
I'm free again

My brand these rags and tatters on my feet
But here these tests I know that I can meet