What is this called?
This feeling of freedom arising
What is it named?
This feeling of singing inside me
It seems to be my way
Of letting loose my thoughts
What is that when
Passion is all I can feel?
What is it then?
I feel like I'm weighed down by steel
This seems to be my way
Of letting loose my heart
I think I've found my place
A herald from the top of the towers
The top of the hills
Take me to the heights
Where I can scream as free as the wind
O'er the fields of solitude
The things I feel, could they be right?
Or could it be I conjure up them like
A man made spring of water
Flowing near right
I know inside it's you who is living now
I'll be not worried for the words to say
For by your spirit I'll walk
And show your grace and life
Breathe on me your fire
So I can be as bold as the sea
Oh move so forcefully
Give me confidence
Not in my own words or deeds
But in you who will speak
