Freedom Hymn

28/01/1998 annA rydeR© Copyright Control
Piano (C)

My voice is weak I can barely speak
My hands are too cold for you to hold
My feet won’t allow me to walk away
For I am more tired, I am more tired
I am more tired than I can say

The good things I have done seem few
Friends are gone to the distance I once knew
And I’ve hardly travelled from this land
And I’ve let freedom, I’ve let freedom
I’ve let freedom slip through my hand

NOW I AM WORN FROM ALL THIS TRYING
AND I AM TORN FROM CONSTANT CRYING
BUT I WILL RISE UP ONE DAY
AND THROW THIS CRUEL PAIN AWAY

Inside my body there is a child
Who still believes that the world is truly wild
She’s longing to tell me something lost inside
But I can’t hear her, I can’t hear her
I can’t hear her though I have tried

FOR I AM WORN ….

In spite of all this my heart beats strong
Like a drum it raises up the song
It’s so hard to understand
Yet I’ve held freedom, I’ve held freedom
I’ve held freedom in my hand

FOR I AM WORN ….

Instrumental

FOR I AM WORN ….

It’s so hard to understand
Yet I hold freedom, I hold freedom
I hold freedom in my hand

Recording: Track 11 Pockets On Fire