Find out who you are before the grave calls your name
searching for an origin just to know what you're running from
ignoring the initial steps and seeking glory before the gain
Wanting no one to follow, but hoping for the praise

Sick of society and you disregard the beauty
in a tree that became the river that ran it's roots towards the ocean
full of breath but holding it in for the motion that looks pretty
I can count the days that we dwell on the petty

Just reach around and rip the past out if you need to
what will it really do for you
Other than take away the wisdom wanting to shine through
the place where they teach, preach, where they speak
about the journey's and depths of the human heart we seek
Is accessed after letting go of everything we've ever known
Do you really want to disappear before they actually hear you
Or barrel on through until you finally reach the peak

Sparks are flying all around cascading like a dance of falling angels
We haven't fallen so far as to burn, but enough to feel buried in the dirt
The difference in existence is the way that causes the yearn
to to feel the metals grind against each other and the will to deal with the hurt
A flower in the wind whose seed is carried away to find a new place to call home
While we wilt and go back into the ground, we learn that this is only the beginning of what it is to live and grow