switchfoot- free

I’ve got my back against the wall
But I still hear the blue sky call

The chains that hold me back inside
Are the prisons of my mind

Free,
Come set me free
Down on my knees
I still believe you can
Save me from me
Come set me free
Come set me free

Inside this shell
There’s a prison cell

I try to live the light of day
Why would I do what I hate

But when I try to reach above
I only hurt the ones I love

There’s a hole in the neighborhood
Where the shadows fall

There’s a hole in my heart but my hope is not in me at all

I had a dream that my chains were broken broken, broken, broken open

free
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how many people are looking for this kind of relief. to be set free from the prisons of their hearts and minds. somehow it seems almost natural to find a part of you slowing dying as you grow older. almost natural to become more cynical, more hopeless, more indifferent. almost.

but it's not whom I want to be. and I'm so so thankful that the older I get, the more I understand how ultimately only love lives on. and I can always find a reason, even many reasons to be hopeful and happy. :)

happy blissful Sunday, friends.

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