I had it tough when I was just a little kid It didn't matter what I thought it didn't matter what I did I felt the doubt for what I lacked right from the start It did a number on my head but it could never touch my heart
'Cause I had just enough imagination Just enough to keep the faith That somehow I would think of what to do When I'd get lost in a momentary weakness of emotion
All the angels came along to help me through All I see is, I don't need this
Highstrung tight rope walks Scratch my name off, cut these chains
I'm free...Kicking out of that prison I'm free...Singing those words of wisdom Let it be...Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me.. And in the stress to be the best I've done it all
I've slammed the doors I've jammed the locks Laid the bricks, I've built the walls No one could tell me back then why joy eluded me Kept bumping into that misery locked up deep down inside of me
And I've passed my graduation
I hold my Ph. D. in crash test blues
Time flied by in photographs And paper scraps and songs Here I stand in ruby slippers Three taps takes me home... I'm free... More from Beth Nielsen Chapman