As we're taking flight I can't deny the sense of longing to be, of longing to be on solid ground. Free as a bird but trapped like we belong inside a cage, and there's no one with the grace to let us out. Solid is the ground that sit's beneath us. Tailor made the contours that we pace. And here we are with no one here to teach us just how to reach this long forgotten place. Keep moving forward and you'll find that all The threats are obsolete, relying on the language that we speak. And restore your balance and we'll climb until there's nothing left to reach. These barricades are here to teach us how to grow. But as we step inside this world of make believe (can't shake the feeling that it's) something that's just not meant to be. Just remember now we won't feel a thing as we all Come back to life. And the scars we bear won't mean a thing; we'll be smiling as we sail out on towards a common goal. These mere complexities will bring the means that will provide the exultation for the soul. Because we know the answers but we're struggling to speak (for now). Can't hear our voices but we'll crawl from the deep (somehow). We will outrun these apparitions that we fear, the implication of belief becoming clear.