Let the Sanctuary Burn

December 14, 2025

Freedom starts the day the lie dies

It's become clear that  freedom begins when you allow the illusion to die. While it's probably always been that way, I can't imagine a time with so many pathways for the father of lies to reach us as easily and as thoroughly as today.


It seems clear that the moment we stop pretending that our prison cell is a sanctuary, we become free and that  being a truth-seeker with the goal of becoming a truth-follower requires the awakening from deep slumber. But the bed of illusion is a soft and comfortable.


To awaken is to confront our self-imposed limitations which provide a temporary sense of comfort and security.


Safety is not freedom and freedom is not safe


This piece is based on the post, "The Illusion of Sanctuary."

Let the Sanctuary Burn


[instrumental intro]


[Verse 1] 

I hung curtains on the bars 

Called the cage a quiet home 

Soft pillow for my scars 

Told myself I’m not alone 

I counted every brick like prayer beads 

Kissed the lock goodnight 

Whispered, “This is safety,” 

While the key was in my hand the whole time 


[Pre-Chorus] 

Funny how the dark feels warm 

When you never learned the light 


[Chorus] 

Let the sanctuary burn 

Let the mattress turn to flame 

If freedom starts the day the lie dies 

Then I’ll walk out through the blaze 

I was sleeping in a prison 

Dreaming it was paradise 

Let the sanctuary burn 

Let it burn tonight 


[Verse 2] 

I wore comfort like a crown 

Built a throne from fear and doubt 

Every “yes” that kept me down 

I mistook for sacred vows 

Truth came barefoot in the doorway 

With a match and tired eyes 

Said, “Baby, love yourself enough 

To stop calling this a life” 


[Pre-Chorus] 

She didn’t beg, she didn’t shout 

Just waited till I heard 


[Chorus] 

Let the sanctuary burn 

Let the mattress turn to flame 

If freedom starts the day the lie dies 

Then I’ll walk out through the blaze 

I was kneeling at an altar 

Made of everything I feared 

Let the sanctuary burn 

Let it burn, my dear 


[instrumental interlude]


[Bridge – half-spoken, almost whispered] 

Safety is a lullaby 

Freedom is the scream 

One keeps you small and breathing 

The other teaches you to bleed 


[Final Chorus – full band, voice breaking open] 

Let the sanctuary burn 

Let the roof cave in with grace 

I won’t mourn the walls that held me 

I’ll remember how they tasted 

I was dying in the quiet 

Now I’m waking in the fire 

Let the sanctuary burn 

Let it burn 

Let it burn 

Let it burn higher 


[Outro – single voice, almost laughing through tears] 

And when the smoke clears 

I’ll still be standing here 

Naked, raw, and finally 

Finally free


[instrumental outro]



This is original work is produced by AK Darvinson with a combination of observation, critical thinking, insight, heart, compassion, passion, creativity, and technology. All rights are reserved. Free sharing is encouraged. Commercial use via license only.

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