One, two, three, and! You're begging on your knees without dirtying your hem 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 your fishhook in my flesh You try to draw me in but still deny the net You are 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 are tests I know that I can meet You say that I am weak but then 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