To Believe I'm Free. Richard Hort original.

Here's yet another old song, written almost seven years ago to the day, but it could so easily have been written yesterday. How little changes in the life of someone who looks to accentuate the sadness in everything! Now, where might that freedom I believe I have take me? Look out for some uploads in Normandy and Cornwall in the next few months, and a few more from the sofa. Afterall, I only believe I'm free.

Wrote these words to let the darkness through
Hiding here within my chords is nothing new
Dying for my cause is the way of love
But I will leave my song for you

I roam in winter woodland to feed my pain
Lose myself in aromas of decay
Stir up a few more memories of you
E'er I forget my tears one day

Lover know my heart is not for keeping
Lover know I crave no empathy
Give me joy still my heart is weeping
It is my way to believe I'm free

I shoulder my tomorrows and make my way
Drawn to earn my living I live in a daze
Drawn to speak my heart I've a world to give
And as I die my song will live

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[delbertboese]

a matter of believe. sometimes a matter of trust. to be free.