Dreams - Good Harvest

Once again I landed on my feet

Oh the struggle, know I died with every heartbeat in my sleep

Pushing at those birds that never flew

So who are we, who were you to tell me I didn’t do?

Now I have dreams that tell me of my soul

Of shackled wings and shattered bones where feathers fell like snow

A million stars like bloodshot eyes are gazing at my feet

So who are you to blame me when I don’t wanna sleep?

Let them fly

Let them soar

Though I’m tired

I should wave them off as they go

Could forever ever come to change?

I’ve lived too many lives to think that anything will be any other way

And I am small, these deserts are too wide for me to walk

But who are we, who am I to say I can’t even try?

I lay weary, gasping on the ground

I realize I built these walls myself just so I could see them tumble down

A silent thank you to the birds up in the sky

As I rest upon the notion that I was the one who let them

Fly

Let them fly

Let them soar

Never tire

Never tire

Never tire