Set Me Free

Set Me Free Teresa Valdez Klein 2011 There’s a little girl I know. She is usually too sad. When I asked her why, she said, “I’ve rarely had The chance to relax, be myself and breathe. I’m never free.” She said, “Mama worked too hard, and she grew up with abuse. Still, I don’t think that’s a very good excuse For telling your eight year old you’ll put poison in her food Cuz she made you angry. Chorus: In my head I always hear her screaming I wish someone would come and set me free. My Daddy got distracted by his pretty young wife He was never satisfied with how I fit in his new life. Too self-absorbed to notice, mine was getting worse. His needs came first. Chorus: I had to take care of him. No one took care of me. I wish someone would come and set me free. Bridge: I have to break this cycle. Oh, I have to tell the truth. So many people have these stories, there is no excuse. They’re supposed to keep us safe, but when they shout us down instead You end up with a world of people wishing they were dead We’re in this wasteland of anger that leaves us no choice Even that inner voice is not our own It wasn’t all about them, we were just babies. Won’t somebody come and set us free? Interlude [2 bars] There’s a little girl I know. She’s all grown now and sings And she’s grateful every day, for the simplest things A purring cat, a piano, a nice cup of tea The air she breathes. She knows that she is worth everything to me. Someone finally came and set her free. Someone finally came and set her free.