Around my neck is a beautiful stone
I made it from the good that I've done
It is close to my heart with a meter of its own
But the weight it bears on me
From the good I wanna be
It cuts me in half
A blade, a sword, a golden calf
Now I'm sinking under the load
I see it was only fool's gold
And it falls on me, brings me low
Around His neck He carries the stone
He takes my burden, makes it His own
And it takes Him down
The bread, the wine, the golden crown
Free, free
Free, free
A rose shoots up from the ground
Sky cracks open, sun through the clouds
The old has changed, the earth
The bride, the family name
Broken down and shot through
All the good I mean to do
Prison shakes, the man goes free
I am him and he is me
Free, free
Free, free