She dwells in a hell she had built for herself to ensure her safety.
With sight to foretell evil men for their deeds where she had seen this muse,
it was born of lies that she hid behind her eyes.
A wish and a prayer won't transport you there, just step outside.
She flew from comfort and routine, four walls fell around the dream.
Though feet aren't prepared, resolve was declared.
The door's open.
We must forgive the crime of never knowing why a plan changes if we step beyond the line.
The chance that passes by, has lived a thousand lives.
Offered, though it's rarely seen.
Put down the burdens of haunting pasts. Earn the marvels that most won't have.
She walks with cool composure, masking her panicked state of mind.
She's sick to death with worry, so she tells herself, "I'm gonna die".
Pupils adjust to sunlight, and lungs remember how to breathe.
So she pulls herself together and sets her sights to cross the street.
A child brushes her ankle, and she's thankful that she's not alone.
Feet reach to touch the pavement.
How can they know what's to become?
The sound of rubber burning, the b*** of headlights blinding eyes.
No fear haunts her decision.
She pushed the child to the side.
Safety is found bleeding on the ground, the gift of altered perspective.
As the bedlam broke upon the crippled pavement where she lay,
the eyes of a child fixed to hers and she smiled at the choice she'd made.
Perhaps years spent in fearfulness, had helped save more than herself.
Though fate can deceive, we hold to beliefs that we know best.
With sight to foretell evil men for their deeds where she had seen this muse,
it was born of lies that she hid behind her eyes.
A wish and a prayer won't transport you there, just step outside.
She flew from comfort and routine, four walls fell around the dream.
Though feet aren't prepared, resolve was declared.
The door's open.
We must forgive the crime of never knowing why a plan changes if we step beyond the line.
The chance that passes by, has lived a thousand lives.
Offered, though it's rarely seen.
Put down the burdens of haunting pasts. Earn the marvels that most won't have.
She walks with cool composure, masking her panicked state of mind.
She's sick to death with worry, so she tells herself, "I'm gonna die".
Pupils adjust to sunlight, and lungs remember how to breathe.
So she pulls herself together and sets her sights to cross the street.
A child brushes her ankle, and she's thankful that she's not alone.
Feet reach to touch the pavement.
How can they know what's to become?
The sound of rubber burning, the b*** of headlights blinding eyes.
No fear haunts her decision.
She pushed the child to the side.
Safety is found bleeding on the ground, the gift of altered perspective.
As the bedlam broke upon the crippled pavement where she lay,
the eyes of a child fixed to hers and she smiled at the choice she'd made.
Perhaps years spent in fearfulness, had helped save more than herself.
Though fate can deceive, we hold to beliefs that we know best.