Free and Falling

So mamma, if I leap,

If I leap mamma, 

I'll be free-falling.

If I jump into this life, I will be falling,

Falling into the arms of my own truth, mamma,

those fears mamma, they're your own.

So mamma, if I leap,

If I leap mamma, 

I'll be free-falling.

I am not asking you to follow me mamma,

I wanted you to throw me off,

I wanted you to shove me off that mountain of dread,

with those arms,

those arms full of despair mamma, 

even if that dread,  it is and was your own,

so just sail me off my sea of protest,

love me to shore,

mamma, love me to that shore,

where my freedom is waiting,

where I can choose my own fears.

So mamma, if I leap,

if I leap mamma, 

I'm free-falling,

falling into the arms of nothing but my truth.