(Yeah! I was born free and I’m gonna fight for it to keep it like that for the rest of my life) I still remember the dust on the soles of my shoes Chasing the horizon, nothing to win or to lose The radio whispered a static filled, gospel tune Under the weight of a heavy and hollow moon We were ghosts in the tall grass, wild and untamed Before they gave us numbers and carved out a name I can smell the asphalt baking in the afternoon heat Back when the world was a map lying right at our feet. The shadows get longer as the years pull away Trying to trade all that fire for a safer shade of gray But the pulse in my blood is an echo of then And I’m picking up the pieces, starting over again. I was born free, like the wind through the pines Before we drew borders and painted the lines It’s a long road back to who we were meant to be Bound by the memory, but the heart’s running free Yeah, I’m holding the flame until the light fades to gold Keeping the story from ever getting old. There’s a photograph tucked in a drawer in the hall Black and white faces, standing ten feet tall We didn’t know then that the clock had a rhythm of spite That we’d be trading our mornings just to survive through the night But the grit in the engine, the salt in the rain It’s the only language that heals all the pain I’m looking back steady, no tears in my eyes Just the hunger for truth under vast, open skies. They try to cage the spirit with a fence made of doubt But you can’t lock the lightning once the storm breaks out I’m carving the promise in the side of the stone You’re never truly lost when you’re walking alone! I was born free, like the wind through the pines Before we drew borders and painted the lines It’s a long road back to who we were meant to be Bound by the memory, but the heart’s running free Yeah, I’m holding the flame until the light fades to gold Keeping the story from ever getting old. Yeah, born free. Still fighting for the space to breathe. Just like it was… Before the world got loud. Born free.
