January 9, 2009

Finding Freedom, Want to Fly

I want to free. Myself from tyranny
I want to go, where my minds never known
I want to fly, up with the birds of the sky
And I want to smile, and just sit here for awhile

I have seen pain, I’ve walked right through the rain.
I have been down, been kicked all over this town.
I was with you, but you made me feel like a fool.
I live my life, but keep carrying that old rusted knife.

Until one day, my mother came around and say
You are my son, and you best be droppin that gun
You need look up, and poor some water in your cup
See the light, and you’ll make it through the long night

Clear as day, I suddenly found my way
I did right, by all the people I did fight
I made amends, and lord I did not pretend
Now I can smile, and sit back here for awhile.

I just did free, myself from tyranny.
I now can go, all the places my mind did not know
I always fly, among the birds way up high
And I do smile, ooo girl I can smile.


I want to go, all the places my mind don’t know
And I want to see, all the faces smiling at me.
If I can feel, a love that nothing but real
Then I will fly, up with the birds in the sky.

The way she looks, that was only the first hook
And her touch, did not prove to be too much
It’s when she’s there, and I can always tells she cares
I’ll call her mine, as long as our love can shine.



Peace and Love,
Scott