I took a gift and threw it into a ditch
The man grabbed it
Hauled it away, and locked it in his tank
Tossed, hit, shattered it on a blank page in a hole
A clean slate used to cover the light
In a state of beauty and bruises
He stored it and stayed on watch
Cut the branches as they bloomed
Around the lock and into the night
No height will get passed his tools

What a fool
What a fool
What a fool to hold a materialistic block
Those branches grow too thick
His blade is not sharp enough
Too dull to break through the  bark

Ya you can drop it down stairs
But it will only go up, not out
You can push the ladder it climbs
But it only finds another on the wall
Ya you can take its ride
but it just runs down that dark road
grows and grabs the sparks in the sky
And sets the night on fire

With a desire for love
I run and look above
Push that slate away
And pull myself up
I look in for it
My Flame
My Freedom
My Friends
My family
My foundation
My built gift
Lifted to the sun