To the Holy Beach (Release Me)

Demo Recording

Music and Lyrics by Ren Michael

This glass of wine is home, still it ain’t my own,
As I feel the walls of stone cold.
There’s a shadow behind, creepin’ up on time
All’s vanished from below.
The solo guard wearing his old star
Eyes pierce through the back of my brain.
His baton in his hand, I get up to stand
Sun dries the last drop of the rain.

The sacred lady I see, smiling dear to me
Though I can barely lift my head,
She rolls in flowers, speaks of freedom powers.
She can hand me the thorns instead.
And she promises to me the sands and the sea,
As she graces the Holy Beach.
Despite those steps in time, the heart and mind, confined
Keep all that far out of reach.

Long faces in the air, they shake and they stare
With their observations and theories.
They reach out their hands.
Can they understand freedom’s modern complexities?
You can tell me times over I’m no weight on your shoulders
Still there’s another burden taking its toll.
What’s happenin’, young friend, you may know well in the end
Yet it ain’t a story too often told.