Margaret Becker Irish Sea
Too long I'm waiting
Been waiting for a sign
My dreams decaying
Rusted here between the lines
Oh crazy, truly I must be
You never asked these things of me
You gave me freedom, but I did not see
That if I ride these dreams
To the Irish sea
Even there
Your heart
Rides with me
What was I thinking?
What kept my hands so tied?
Was I waiting for angels
To write it in the sky?
The truth so plain for me to see
I was too frightedned to believe
That every whispered word was meant for me
CHORUS
Sweet revelation, well I
I drink it in
It heals my heart
Like medicine
So I take this life
And I shake it from this sleep
'Cause I'm fire
With the heat
Of the newly freed
CHORUS
