Oneonethousand by Burden Of A Day
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.
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