I'm fighting for freedom in these bones
Freedom to run across great waters
Freedom to sing, to fly, to be myself.
Because maybe one day I'll find out why things are the way they are
And I won't have to fight so hard to breathe
In and out
Because someone will keep me safe
In His arms I'll be pure, untouched, perfect.
Someday - and someday will be forever
The piano sings, like I'm going to sing someday.
I can feel it. I will sing.
The voice I have now is terribly flat, but one day I will sing!
The birds have a sense of freedom, I spot them.
I grow strong with envy when I see them.
But then I think of their hardship,
And know that one day I will sing, in perfect harmony.
Pitiful things they really are,
Everyone wants total freedom.