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I'm running for salvation
but I never had a prayer.
I'm falling towards the hands that'll catch me,
but those arms were never there.
I'm following the map you drew me,
you said I'd find my way,
but I was lost before I left
and now the path's just getting in the way.
And my tears are making silver puddles,
and I've sprouted wings and learned to fly
and everything is leaving me now - unburdened,
I wonder if this is what it's like to die?
And my eyes are closed, because I'm afraid of heights.
But in my heart I know I've flown-
and it's ok because i trust the silence
I know I'll find my way back home.