Freedom Inside - Christy Altomare

This summer’s not the summer you own

Not till the day you’re old and grown

And the cracks on your face can tell a tale

Of finding freedom

Stuck in your hopeless vanity

The cameraman can only see

A glimpse of the person you might be

The day that you get free

When your younger rules are set

Some you know some you’ve never met

How they try to make you forget

The way you’re born to be

This fall is not the fall you own

Not till you need a cane to roam

Not till the chills a melody that plays your freedom

Holding the poses yar to year

With every fram a different fear

The cameraman can almost hear

The cry of the wannabe

Wear me down

Wear me in

Take these worries off my skin

There’s a knowing deep within

I’ll be fine

Spin it round on this wheel

Time will test and time will heal

There’s a freedom to this deal

Opened wide

Inside

This spring is not the spring you own

Not till you’ve felt the new light blown

Bursting from every stone to stone

A rush of freedom

Time will tell as you breeze by

Then stop to see the firefly

And maybe even wonder why

He gets to roam the sky

When your younger rules are set

Some you know some you’ve never met

How they try to make you forget

The way you’re born to be

This winter’s not the winter you own

No, the air’s frozen you to the bone

Not till your laugh drowns out the tone

Of walking the snow alone

Wear me down

Wear me in

Take these worries off my skin

There’s a knowing deep within

I’ll be fine

Spin it round on this wheel

Time will test and time will heal

There’s a freedom to this deal

Opened wide inside

Inside

Wear me down

Wear me in

Take these worries off my skin

There’s a knowing deep within

I’ll be fine

Spinning round on this wheel

Time will test

And time will heal

There’s a freedom to this deal

Opened wide

Inside

There’s a freedom to this deal

Opened wide

Inside