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The body is a center for the soul
No iron bars its beauty cage and keep
Unless we should reject it's grace as coal
to throw ourselves in an eternal sleep
And in that sleep we'll dream a thousand dreams
Of the craving in our hearts to be free
We heave ourselves against a door it seems
Bloodying out hands - where we hold the key
Why must we believe our body a trap?
When in reality it is a home
A soul extends beyond the body's map
Our own confines allow it not to roam
To free the soul we must first free the mind
Heart is not free while spirit is confined.
The body is a center for the soul
No iron bars its beauty cage and keep
Unless we should reject it's grace as coal
to throw ourselves in an eternal sleep
And in that sleep we'll dream a thousand dreams
Of the craving in our hearts to be free
We heave ourselves against a door it seems
Bloodying out hands - where we hold the key
Why must we believe our body a trap?
When in reality it is a home
A soul extends beyond the body's map
Our own confines allow it not to roam
To free the soul we must first free the mind
Heart is not free while spirit is confined.