TO LIVE IS TO FLY, TO FLY IS TO FALL
He moved through a house
That grew deep in his head
He wandered its hallways
Time twisted and bent
His eyes combed the ceiling
His mind climbed the walls
To live is to fly
To fly is to fall
His pain was like armor
He held strength in his scars
Though the ceiling was black
It held every star
He was a climber of mountains
Perfection made of flaw
To live is to fly
To fly is to fall
He braved the white water
He came up from under
In his darkest hour
He swam toward the shore
He broke through the uncertain
He felt it burst wide open
A new world of freedom
A new world of flaw
It had deep oceans
Pain and love could be spoken
To live is to fly
To fly is to fall.
