We find when we're trapped in flight
That broken wings won't fly so high
We find some comfort in this life
I would never turn my back
Or like the season's change
Fall from the branch
I see the space between dreams and reality
I feel the autumn breeze
The bloom and bough of the trees
I know these constants come with my perception change
And I know that the winter comes and the world will freeze
We find through the lines in lies
That everything leaves and everything dies
We find some comfort in this tide
When the ebb and flow represents constants in life
I had a dream last night
And in that dream
I took flight
Far up over the clouds
I will never come back down