May 2020
Now all these eerie lights,
in my old memory lane;
have burnt out.
Leaving me so badly hurt,
crawling in all this dirt;
to get out.
And now I am free,
from all these evil chains.
And now I am fresh,
to walk through distant plains.
And now I know,
anything’s possible.
Followers of all these Gods,
have turned to satanic frauds;
for peace inside.
No one my voice will heed,
no one will feel my need;
believe me.
And now I am free,
from all these evil chains.
And now I am fresh,
to walk through distant plains.
And now I know,
anything’s possible.
in my old memory lane;
have burnt out.
Leaving me so badly hurt,
crawling in all this dirt;
to get out.
And now I am free,
from all these evil chains.
And now I am fresh,
to walk through distant plains.
And now I know,
anything’s possible.
Followers of all these Gods,
have turned to satanic frauds;
for peace inside.
No one my voice will heed,
no one will feel my need;
believe me.
And now I am free,
from all these evil chains.
And now I am fresh,
to walk through distant plains.
And now I know,
anything’s possible.
This has been recently reposted as "Anything's Possible" on my regular profile.
This was my first attempt at writing lyrics for a song sometime in 1979, I guess. The musician with whom I worked on this song was very talented but unfortunately wine, women and drugs got him before we could record this.....
This was my first attempt at writing lyrics for a song sometime in 1979, I guess. The musician with whom I worked on this song was very talented but unfortunately wine, women and drugs got him before we could record this.....
