finally free
why did i feel a sense of passion?
a burning desire to feel free
one that mankind must first seek to feel complete
finding ourselves unable to put emotions into words
how could I say I want the winds to carry me?
in search of an intangible existence
we find our minds dwelling on earlier reminiscence
only the greatest poets can transfer their soul to paper
with so many thought we brush off till later
with so much to learn our time can we savor?
the genius of a masterpiece only begins to tell their story
the "painted" front is what atttracts all the glory
but their true motivational source is clearly seen between the lines
for our eyes are sometimes our biggest lies
only a poet can understand their prize
Wisdom lies in the soul of a man's conscience
and thinking ability in the flow of a man's thoughts
afraid to confront our inner self
with the price we pay our feat it bought
trapped inside our bewildered minds soley, our countenance contradicts melancholy
we yearn to feel real yet desire the unrealness of
the mysteriousness whispers in the wind
the untouchable feeling of a dream
the burning desire to feel free, yet make sense of what it all means
it's not as easy as words behold
deception makes us a prisoner to our very own soul
a slave to our body
when will we learn?
our body is a temple to Jehovah
from him not to turn
our mind a reflection of his genius
so much evidence in nature
how we can not believe it?
the essence of the wicked's presence is compatible with
a lost soul wandering in darkness facing a trial
which represents a universal character, non-awareness, the world in denial
the word of God will set you free
it's up to you to deide to take life's waters free, see,
Travel the true way, see the light in a dark cave
through all this world's scheming
just what does it takes for our life to have meaning?
open your eyes and then you'll see
open your heart then you will believe
finding myself in a world of mischief
just how i came to feel free to be me.
-Tyra McCray.
a burning desire to feel free
one that mankind must first seek to feel complete
finding ourselves unable to put emotions into words
how could I say I want the winds to carry me?
in search of an intangible existence
we find our minds dwelling on earlier reminiscence
only the greatest poets can transfer their soul to paper
with so many thought we brush off till later
with so much to learn our time can we savor?
the genius of a masterpiece only begins to tell their story
the "painted" front is what atttracts all the glory
but their true motivational source is clearly seen between the lines
for our eyes are sometimes our biggest lies
only a poet can understand their prize
Wisdom lies in the soul of a man's conscience
and thinking ability in the flow of a man's thoughts
afraid to confront our inner self
with the price we pay our feat it bought
trapped inside our bewildered minds soley, our countenance contradicts melancholy
we yearn to feel real yet desire the unrealness of
the mysteriousness whispers in the wind
the untouchable feeling of a dream
the burning desire to feel free, yet make sense of what it all means
it's not as easy as words behold
deception makes us a prisoner to our very own soul
a slave to our body
when will we learn?
our body is a temple to Jehovah
from him not to turn
our mind a reflection of his genius
so much evidence in nature
how we can not believe it?
the essence of the wicked's presence is compatible with
a lost soul wandering in darkness facing a trial
which represents a universal character, non-awareness, the world in denial
the word of God will set you free
it's up to you to deide to take life's waters free, see,
Travel the true way, see the light in a dark cave
through all this world's scheming
just what does it takes for our life to have meaning?
open your eyes and then you'll see
open your heart then you will believe
finding myself in a world of mischief
just how i came to feel free to be me.
-Tyra McCray.