I used to think that I was free
When no one made a choice for me
When I defined my goals and dreams
Proclaiming independence

By the power of my will
I bent the world, and pushing still
I bent myself into my dreams
A painful independence 

But when my dreams were in my hand,
My golden glitter turned to sand
My golden chest of all my dreams
Was empty independence 

And I, misshapen from the fight,
Straining on to catch a sight
Straining on to find new dreams
To fill my independence 

But now I see what I called free
Was really only slavery
Was really chaining all my dreams
To lying independence 

Now giving up autonomy
I find that You are freedom’s key
I find Your path to fuller dreams
Is freedom in dependence