The Drop & the Dream

In twilight and blindness

All our work is done

We fumble and flail, we try and we fail,

We only are what we almost become

It's both our curse and our grace, here in this place

To reach for heights that we'll never climb

And the distance between the drop and the dream

Is our one little piece of the divine

It's a weak little flame, it's all we got to our name

So why be ashamed to let it burn