About Me

When i was just a young boy

I played under the table

Sun beat down upon my face

And stars dried my tears

Now that I’m older

the hills have become mountains

They’ve grown so tall – I – don’t think I can see.

Oh I feel the wake of my sandbox empire sleeping ‘neath the waves.

Oh inside my freedom waits for high tide to step outside these imaginary walls.

Remembering the woodpiles

Dreaming they’re a fortress

All my little toy soldiers marching to a beat.

Now those walls have reached so high

with Senators and taxmen

perched on top … better hold on tight those walls are coming down.

And I feel like I’m suffocating in the forest

Lead me to some room

Arm in arm we are marching on

to Freedomland we will head this army of love

Let your heart hear the beat of everyone

As they unite and step in time in harmony as one.

And as the night grows darker

I hear the army singing

To every new home I moved their music led the way

And through the trees of critics

and waves of so-called leaders

we’re pounding doors and banging walls with every song we sing.