A gentle rise, a subtle fall,
Caught in the space between it all.
The weight that holds, the pull of earth,
Yet something whispers of rebirth.
I feel the thread begin to fray,
A quiet urge to drift away.
If I could just release the hold,
I'd find my wings in skies of solid gold.
I feel the thread begin to fray,
A quiet urge to drift away.
If I could just release the hold,
I'd find my wings in skies of solid gold.
Suspended in this fragile state,
Where dreams are light, and fear is weight.
I sense the air that calls my name,
A distant echo, a gentle flame.
I feel the thread begin to fray,
A quiet urge to drift away.
If I could just release the hold,
I'd find my wings in skies of solid gold.
I feel the thread begin to fray,
A quiet urge to drift away.
If I could just release the hold,
I'd find my wings in skies of solid gold.
Unbound, I rise beyond the ground,
A soul that's lost, a soul now found.
No longer held by what's before,
I find my wings and start to soar.
