Free To Be Me

At twenty years of age

I'm still looking for a dream

A war's 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 would turn out right

And I'd make it here somehow

But things don't always come that easy

And sometimes I would doubt, oh

'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, oh

And it's easy to believe even though

'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 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