| 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 |
| You still love me too
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| To be freed… |