Surprise: this one had its roots when my mother came to visit me in Utah for the first time. My parents have serious problems with my independence; they are now in retrospect realizing that all this time they should have been spending time with me, they spent at work, and so they overcompensate when they see me (and sometimes from 2000 miles away). It's... fun.
Time
Flowing through my fluid frame
I’m
Still thriving on that flame
Of hope of independence, of longing to be free
No one will bind me
It may have been pure gold but it was still a cage
They said I was too young, and wisdom comes with age
But look at what I’ve fought and see what my tears have bought
Maybe they’re wrong
This is my declaration of independence
I am no longer bound
They tried to clip my wings, so I flew to higher things
And I’m not coming down
Things far below, behind
Still make claims on my mind
Distract me from what’s here
Daydreams of yesteryear
I guess I can’t escape
Maybe I’ll just embrace
Those things which compromise my sanity
CHORUS
Yearning for freedom has been my greatest curse
My strongest passion, the inspiration for my verse
So let the waters rage, and let the stormwinds blow
At least I am my own
They may attempt oppression, but chains can never hold
The girl who’s given all she had, just to free her soul
And when the colors fade and music’s just a memory
She’ll still be free
CHORUS
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