I grew up with dark Catholicism
It cast a shadow wherever it looked 
Like you’re on trial and your place is booked 
In a sea of unforgiveness
And he who must not be named 
But if it’s all the same 
I shirk the cloak from my shoulder 
And the boulder 
I’ve been rolling up this hill
Is let go of and time to kill
Is now 
The Great Release, somehow 
And the devil hatches plots 
While the authorities play slots 
And cast lots
For his clothes 
But everybody knows 
Jesus will triumph and Jesus is King
But where were You when I lost everything 
“I carried you, child”
And I used to be wild
Now I’m merely mild 
And meek and humble 
But do you hear destiny rumble 
With the full force of design 
I opened my eyes 
And the Prince was mine