"Follow me where I go, what I do, and who I know; Make it part of you to be a part of me. Follow me up and down, all the way, and all around. Take my hand and say you'll follow me." -John Denver (by way of "The Innocence Mission")
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Let the truth break
Veins that I can trace
Pull my heart away
From love I long to taste
Why do I run away
When I come face to face
With anything I need?
But I am so afraid
If I keep hoping
There will come a day
When my heart is open
That you will walk away
Like you were never there
And I don't know all the truth from the lying
But I know that I need you 'cause I am dying
From being held by hell in this cell of blinding fear
Libera, libera, libera me
From this dark dream to a life stream
Libera, libera, libera me
From this bruised soul living half whole
Libera, libera, libera me
I know there is a place
Free from my borders
Before I turn this grace
Into disorder
I've got to find a way
Out of this chaos
And I don't know all the truth from the lying
But I know that I need you 'cause I am dying
From being held by hell in this cell of blinding fear
Libera, libera, libera me
From this dark dream
To a life stream
Libera, libera, libera me
From this bruised soul
Living half whole
Libera, libera, libera me
Let the truth break
What my fears make
Libera, libera, libera me
From this dark dream
To a life stream
Libera, libera, libera me
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