But If I Could
But if I could, say, travel the world
Hit the dust with my heels
And the wind with my cheeks
And face the horizon
With that grin on my lips
I would be free.
But if I could, say, paint you a picture
Of my dreams that I dream
And the tales that I’ve heard
And the stories I have told
Nothing but my mind you could see
Oh, I would be free.
But If I could, say, fly like a bird
With the clouds under my wings
And the envious grass below
And the shimmering stars above
Of the moon’s shadows
How I would be free.
But if I could, say, light up the dark
No more shadows descend me
And the terrors of the night
And the monsters beneath my bed
Could no longer haunt me
Yes, I would be free.
But if I could, say, live my life
The way that I want
And travel the places I want
And dream the dreams I want
The terrors I could escape
Like the bird, I would be free.
But if I could, say, I would
The days no longer hindering
And the nights no longer cold
And the treetops never stop reaching
So much happiness I would feel
But, I can only dream of how
I would be free.
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