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