Children of the Son

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,
we're not.