I don't want to be the ballast
that holds you to the floor
as your balloon is swelling
and I see that you could soar

I don't want to be the deadweight
that drags you to the deep
You are a flying fish and I
wish that you could leap

I don't want to cut this rope
though it's begun to fray
I pray that I can have the strength
to start to set this straight

~

If you were to cut the rope
then i would understand
and as I sank into the depths,
I would try to rise, a man

~

Locked in, the heart of my weight:
a feather says fly,
leap!
Even though the the hour's late,
Skim like a stone, kissing the deep.

~

So this is my mission, to rise for me
and whichever way it goes,
i pray you will fly free