What is it that seperates us
The flowing river of dispare
The burning fire of hate or
The gentle breeze of indifference
To understand what we are
And why we are
We must try to reach
The otherside
To swim the river dispare
To run through the fire of hate
To fly with the gentle breeze
That is what it means to live
You must pick now
How to live
Sit in a tree and
Watch people live
To live you may drown
You will get burned
And you might just crash
There is always risk
Stay in the tree
It may fall
Life is full of risk
And I choose
To leave this tree
and Fly