Free to Be Me

At {forty-five}years of age

I'm still looking for a dream

A war is already waged for my destiny

But You've already won the battle

And You've got great plans for me

Though I can't always see, 'cause...

I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

And on my own I'm so clumsy

But on Your shoulders I can see

I'm free to be me

When I was just a girl

I thought I had it figured out

See, my life will turn out right

And I'll make it there somehow

But things don't always come that easy

And sometimes I would doubt, 'cause...

I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

And on my own I'm so clumsy

But on Your shoulders I can see

I'm free to be me....

And you're free to be you

Sometimes I believe

That I can do anything

Yet other times I think

I've got nothing good to bring

But You look at my heart and you tell me

That I've got all You seek

And it's easy to believe, even though...

I got a couple dents in my fender

Got a couple rips in my jeans

Try to fit the pieces together

But perfection is my enemy

And on my own I'm so clumsy

But on Your shoulders I can see

I'm free to be me....

And you're free to be you

(Francesca Battistelli)