They’re gonna kick you when you’re down,
they’ll try to put you in the ground.
‘Cause you’ve been thinking way too loud
and making us all proud;
I hope that you can see it now.
We put our faith and hope in you,
all that we asked was for the truth,
of all our lives and our excuse
as we bury you
is that your words were too acute.
Another wasted saviour song
another thing that we got wrong.
Let’s start a fire and throw it on,
this mad charade has gone
on and on for far too long.
Every time you try to climb
out of the belly of the hive
one million hands
with sharpened claws
will drag you back
into the fog.
Exceptional
means target rich,
don’t whine, don’t cry,
don’t bitch, don’t quit.
‘Cause we don’t bloom
when held below,
we push up through
the undergrowth.
We’ll never let
ourselves recline
we’ve found our purpose
deep inside.
In spite of all your
endless doubt
We become what
you’ve dreamed about.
Free
to believe
we are limitless.
Be
unafraid
of the crowd.
Breaking
away
from the thick of it.
We were never made
to be restrained
we will find our place
in the clouds…
… and we’re never coming down.
Sometimes the arms embracing us
are just holding us back.
It’s up to each and every one
to make their peace with that.
Cause the chains you choose
are yours alone,
don’t ask me to break you out.
Once I’m free
I’ll be gone forever…
… and I’m never coming down.
I hope that you can see it now.
HG – 2016
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