Letras: Rich Mullins. Cry For Freedom.

I like to pray, out here where there's room to breathe.
Take the air inside of me,
And let the spirit move.
And there's a sea of sage
Where they say a man is made to be
Tough as a young tumbleweed.
Light as cottonwood root.

I want to be that light.
I want to be that tough.
And if this soul of mine could lose
It's weight of pride and take to flight,
I'd rise above and be free, Lord free.
To serve the One who came to be a servant to us all, yeah
And Lord I'm down on my knees
I'm praying for the eyes to see
And ears to hear
This world's cry for freedom

Yeah, Freedom.

And I like to play, out here where there's room to grow.
No fences and no roads.
Everything is new.
And the dawn it breaks,
It heals the hurts that harden me.
So I can stretch and someday reach,
And I may be reached too.

I want to be that broken.
I want to be that strong.
Wake up where the big sky is open,
The wind is blowin',
And my heart sings along.

Singing, Lord I want to be free, Lord free.
To serve the One who came to be
A servant to us all, yeah.
And Lord I'm down on my knees,
And I'm praying for the eyes to see,
And ears to hear
This cry.
Free, Lord free.
Ooh, yeah.

A servant to us all.
He cried for freedom.
He died for freedom.
Yeah, oh.

I cry for freedom
I'd die for freedom

Yeah, freedom.
Yeah, freedom.
Yeah.