David Arn Love Is Free: The Writer's Tale
Red sky at morning It's cold for September
I'm trying to get you this song
We were a prism through which love flowed
But then one day passion slowed
Like the sun coming over the hill
Your gentle touch could beat the chill
Storms kick up where they will
You made this a good world, still
Here's your song
Love is free
All you should do is take it from me
In a crossfire, secrets in the dark
I was trying not to see the pain
What you did was crazy and beautiful
You anchored my mind to a chain
Words fell short if I try to explain
Your gentle touch could beat the chill
Let your thoughts do and say what they will
You made this a good world, still
Here's your song
...
Heard you're seeking shelter from a street
Where dreams get pummeled with stone
Love grows old much too fast
You might need more than what you ask
Don't split the cost, don't pick up the bill
Like the sun coming over the hill
Your gentle touch could beat the chill
You made this a good world, still
Here's your song...
