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Backstory:

Dave kicked this one off with this amazing first verse material, and I drafted the second and third verses, and a bridge that expresses exactly how I feel about life, blessings, and freedom, and we refined until it all clicked together. An interesting tidbit is that we changed the title a couple times. The bridge ended up transforming the song and its title to "Free to Believe"

Lyrics:

                                                  
FREE TO BELIEVE (FEMALE VERSION)
Swinford/Fann

V1
Cap gun in a plastic holster, crayon picture for a wanted poster   
Taped on my tree-house door  
I was the sheriff of my neighborhood chasin’ robbers, thieves and crooks  
As I rode on my two-wheeled horse
I kept the peace 'til suppertime when Mom would call for me
Then I'd get back to fighting crime, 'cause I was free to believe

V2
Warm May night beneath a full moon, smell of vinyl and rose perfume
On a quiet country road
We made promises we wouldn’t keep as our shadows danced across the seat  
'Bout golden bands and growin' old
I was only seventeen, but as far as I could see
That first boy was everything, and I was free to believe
Free to believe
   
Br
In fairy tales, in doing right
In lovin' big, in summer nights
In justice, and Jesus, and seizing the day
In my own way
I was free, free to believe

V3
Then some years crawled and others soared; I lost a friend in the Iraq war
And realized how lucky I'd been
Never once thought twice 'bout being safe, growing up in that time and place
Free to hope and free to dream
And when reality got to hitting hard, I was free to hit my knees
To pray to God or wish on stars, 'cause I was free to believe
Free to believe
 
Br
In fairy tales, in doing right
In lovin' big, in summer nights
In justice, and Jesus, and seizing the day
Like any kid in the USA
I was free to believe
Free to believe

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