We're standing on the edge of a cliff
hoping that when we leap
somehow we'll fly
but we'll fall down, down, down
praying we held on a little tighter
for there was an ounce of strength
a bit of roaring power within our bones
Have you forgotten?
We pretend to be sons and daughters
of ancient stars; our power being defeated
but we're not..
..we're children on the Son
We choose to search this mundane world
for a glimmering of hope..
pretending that our fears would subside
if we were carried away with the wind
But we're not of this world,