Song | Let It Out |
Artist | Kirtana |
Album | The Offering: Epiphanies and Prayer Flags |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There's a child inside of me | |
fragile as a kite caught on a tree | |
asking ÒIs it safe to be?Ó | |
I want to let her out. | |
Her heart is open wide | |
and she takes everything inside. | |
Her habit's been to hide, | |
but I want to let her out. | |
I can't tell her | |
that there is no cause for fear. | |
But I can tell her: | |
We're all God's children here. | |
There's a song inside my soul | |
rising like a wave I can't control. | |
Singing makes me whole. | |
I've got to let it out. | |
She speaks to me | |
in whispers and in screams. | |
She weeps with me | |
and nourishes my dreams. | |
And like many artists do, | |
she paints in every hue - | |
joy and sorrow too. | |
I've got to let it out. | |
There's a miracle in me | |
greater than the parting of the sea. | |
It's a miracle to be! | |
I've got to let it out. |
There' s a child inside of me | |
fragile as a kite caught on a tree | |
asking Ò Is it safe to be?Ó | |
I want to let her out. | |
Her heart is open wide | |
and she takes everything inside. | |
Her habit' s been to hide, | |
but I want to let her out. | |
I can' t tell her | |
that there is no cause for fear. | |
But I can tell her: | |
We' re all God' s children here. | |
There' s a song inside my soul | |
rising like a wave I can' t control. | |
Singing makes me whole. | |
I' ve got to let it out. | |
She speaks to me | |
in whispers and in screams. | |
She weeps with me | |
and nourishes my dreams. | |
And like many artists do, | |
she paints in every hue | |
joy and sorrow too. | |
I' ve got to let it out. | |
There' s a miracle in me | |
greater than the parting of the sea. | |
It' s a miracle to be! | |
I' ve got to let it out. |
There' s a child inside of me | |
fragile as a kite caught on a tree | |
asking Ò Is it safe to be?Ó | |
I want to let her out. | |
Her heart is open wide | |
and she takes everything inside. | |
Her habit' s been to hide, | |
but I want to let her out. | |
I can' t tell her | |
that there is no cause for fear. | |
But I can tell her: | |
We' re all God' s children here. | |
There' s a song inside my soul | |
rising like a wave I can' t control. | |
Singing makes me whole. | |
I' ve got to let it out. | |
She speaks to me | |
in whispers and in screams. | |
She weeps with me | |
and nourishes my dreams. | |
And like many artists do, | |
she paints in every hue | |
joy and sorrow too. | |
I' ve got to let it out. | |
There' s a miracle in me | |
greater than the parting of the sea. | |
It' s a miracle to be! | |
I' ve got to let it out. |