It wasn’t a prison but now that I’m not there anymore I feel like I can breathe
Maybe I got used to holding my breathe,
Maybe I got used to being suffocated that I didn’t see it,
I’m free. I’m free. I’m free.
I could move to London if I wanted,
I can let someone new hold me in his arms and not be haunted by his face in the back of my mind.
There’s a one way ticket to the world calling me,
And I can see Jesus smile,
He knows I’m right for choosing Him,
And walking past the snow storm.
I am free. I am free. I am free.
I can hear heaven sing with me.
And wow, doesn't it feel so good that you can dance again?
And now it all behind me
There's no storm, no scores to be settled
Just memories to happily leave behind
And we are here dancing again
Post the blizzard.
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