| There is a wall that has been standing | 
| Since the day that Adam fell | 
| Sin is where it started | 
| And Sin is why it held | 
| Speakin as a prisoner | 
| Who was there and lived to tell | 
| I remember how it fell | 
| I can here the sound of freedom | 
| Like a distant voice who called | 
| And beckon me to follow | 
| Where I had never gone | 
| And though my heart is willin' | 
| I just stood there at the wall | 
| Prayin somehow it would fall | 
| But in a cross I found a doorway | 
| And a hand that held a key | 
| And when the chains fell at my feet | 
| For the first time I could see | 
| This is how it feels to be free | 
| This is what it means to know that | 
| I am forgiven | 
| This is how it feels to be free | 
| To see that life can be more than i imagined | 
| This is how it feels to be free | 
| This is how it feels to be free | 
| There are days when I’m reminded | 
| Of the prison I was in | 
| Like a livin nightmare | 
| Burning from the viel | 
| I can feel the voice of evil | 
| I can hear the call of sin | 
| But I wont go back again | 
| See, once I’ve tasted freedom | 
| Then the walls could bind no more | 
| Since mercy gave me wings to fly | 
| Like an eagle I can soar | 
| Somewhere there’s a prison | 
| Where the chains still burn | 
| If not for the grace of god | 
| Those walls could still be mine | 
| So far all the captives are saved |