Fly Skyward - Null Device

Sitting in the center

Of these stolen arts

There is nothing so cold as the truth in your heart

The plots and the plans like blowing sands

Like nothing more than clouds from distant shores

We strike the ground like falling rain

We fly skyward to live again

From here there is one way

Wholly out and through

There is nothing so hard

As a chance for the truth

The hopes and the fears fade from the years

Like no more than a voice lost in the night

Silent words once spoken

Hear them once again

There is nothing so still

As the peace in our time

The sights and the sounds of time worn down

Like no more than a scream of echoes past

We strike the ground, we fly…