oneonethousand

You choose, you choose to run than see the truth be revealed,
 Climb the tallest tree and get the furthest view.
 Yet be sightless in a world made for your eyes.
 I thought I knew, I swore I knew,
 But sour milk and honey, is not the taste of you.
 So I stare straight into the sun,
 With fists clenched, waiting, to take flight.
 This body is so heavy, this body is so heavy.
 So I stand, with blistered feet and bleeding knees,
 Because here nothing can touch me.
 I'd rather dive then know what I would be without.
 Rather hold the line at fear. *be still and know*
 That with one voice we'll sing together, together.
 Glory! Like the bee with out her queen, what am I with out my King?
 You choose, you choose to run than see the truth be revealed,
 Climb the tallest tree and get the furthest view.
 Yet be sightless in a world made for your eyes.
 How alluring are the legs, of the fall.
 But hold the line, I'll hold the line.