It's give and take,
At war with the stars.
Make no mistake;
Self-inflicted scars.
Flying away,
Away from the ground,
Above I lay,
To escape the sound;
The sound of you,
The noise from your soul;
Whispers un-true.
Let me gain control.
With the sun in my eyes,
Inside I find a new calm.
With the moon in my heart,
I hold the world in my palm.
The truth in my whispers
Leads me to believe,
For you, my inner peace
Is too much to conceive.
For my mind is still,
In a great hurricane;
And on top of my hill,
I see the strength in my grain.
