When we fall, or we jump,
At some point, all we want
Is to get back up.
And we call to the numb,
Raise our voice for a hand,
To change our luck.
Walking sideways,
To reach the same place,
Still growing apart.
Is it cold on the top,
As we wave from the ground,
What was lost?
From the avalanche,
To the day it stops,
Gravitated by the wave,
Breaking down on us.
From the avalanche,
To the day it stops,
In the sun before the rain,
Is that what you want?
If we rise and we run,
Cross the line but still move on,
Just because.
All the walls will collide,
As we look outside,
And then we pause.
Walking sideways,
To reach the same place,
Still growing apart.
But the silence gets loud,
When we come back around,
What was lost?