Oh To Be That Free Again
Michaela Anne
Barefoot running through the green pastures
Smiling at her mom and dad
Sun kissed skin, no t-shirt
Grass stains covering her legs
Mama’s looking on at her grand baby
It’s a summertime cookout
Gazing at the one named for wild things
Family’s all around
Oh, to be that free again
Oh, to be that free
Never looking back never looking on
It’s the only way to be free
Climbing up fence posts running under cows
Not fearing what could be there
Pulling up weeds to fill bouquets
Wrapped in twine to share
Sugar maples standing tall in the grove
Cedar trees lend their shade
Calls from the porch for Tiger Rose
Through the woods she hears her name
Oh, to be that free again
Oh, to be that free
Never looking back never looking on
It’s the only way to be free
Stars come out with the fireflies
Cool breeze chills the air
Freshly bathed under full moonlight
Fire burns downstairs
Oh, to be that free again
Oh, to be that free
Never looking back never looking on
It’s the only way to be free