The words spoken in silence,
are the loudest to the soul.
Tis free to cross the bridge of recovery
yet we've paid the highest toll.
If you want to be free of yourself
then let go of the demons that bind your mind
somewhere deep inside resides
your true self
on the shelf
and in the mirror do you find
the product of this generation and the one prior
present day our souls are for hire
but here in your written ballad we discover
perhaps your mind is undercover
the real you is atop the  smoggy mist
that covers the industrial forest
Welcome to my hiding place
the freer you are the higher you fly
carrying weight keeps you out of the sky
planes are heavy and they carry a load
you and I can stay here
like jets we will leave a trace
to carry us home
a saving grace.