Hazel O`Connor - A. Karner
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I was drowning in my anger and my mystery,
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someone once told me
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it's a diver you must learn to be
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so I dived to the bottom of the ocean
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I made friends with the things that
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I feared, and didn't I rise to the tides
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and I was freed
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I was climbing up the mountain with
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My excess baggage getting me down, down, down
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My strength had all deserted me, mistakes
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They weigh so heavily, Lord I fell to the ground
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Then I looked inside my suitcase full
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Of trouble and strife and all my victories
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And sorrows of my past life and didn't I rise
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and I was freed
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I was dreaming we were eagles, flying
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high, high to the edge of the sky
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we vowed before the universe, stars
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lit the space like some great church
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where many candles shine
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and your eyes were bright and firey
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like the day that we met, I remembered
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how I felt before our war made me forget.
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And didn't I rise to the sky
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and I was freed
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Now I realise, these obstacles
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that we find - are teachers and the guides -
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in my life, in my life, in my
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I still love you, and I know
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you still love me too
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To be freed...
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To Be Freed
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| Hazel O'Connor |
