THE BURDON OF FREEDOM


Kris Kristofferson
I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon
The doorway to freedom, so close to my hand
Voices behind me, they bitterly damn me
For seeking salvation they don't understand


Lord, help me to shoulder the burdon of freedom
And give me the courage to be what I can
And when I am wounded by those who condemn me
Lord, help me forgive them. They don't understand


Their lonely frustrations descending to laughter
Erases the footprints I leave in the sand
For I'm free to travel where they cannot follow
In search of the kingdom they don't understand


Lord, help me to shoulder the burdon of freedom
And give me the courage to be what I can
And when I have wounded the last one who loved me
Lord, help her forgive me. I don't understand