“From the Heart” by Patrick Moore
What does it mean to really be free?
Somehow i know, got it in me -
to wake up each mornin' an' strike a new start,
to love everyone right from the heart.
i know the sun is up in the sky,
above the clouds, shinin' so high.
Somethings there are, still bring me down,
but i have the friends who turn it aroun'.
Once i denied, sunny side of me,
a part that i, forgot how to see,
alone so rejected, deserted an' dry,
broken, contracted, too proud to cry.
When others touched me i'd lose the flow,
draw into myself, couldn't let go.
An this still happens, still brings me down,
no longer i crash, so hard on the groun'.
