I want to take you to new places
and show you where I’ve already been
Wherever it is, I want you to run away with me
to wherever that place is.

I’ve spent most of my adult life
thinking that taking flight was a crime
I’ve felt no permission since I was young
to etch out worlds and creatures
far flung from reality.

If I open the gates again
and travel back in time to when
I didn’t think escape was sin
would you still walk with me then?

I can’t help but feel it still
a call from worlds I know aren’t real
to break the seal that holds the key
to tens of thousands of untold stories.

I fear the key will rust and rot
making the call of those worlds for naught
if I do not break the seal soon
the key’s resting place will be their tomb.

I have permission now, I must believe
in the gifts that God has given me
they were never meant to be buried
or turned to shame I had to carry

I won’t tarry here, my wings I’ll spread
I’ll fly to unknown worlds ahead
you can come too if you want
but if you won’t, I simply don’t
have time to wait.

I simply don’t have time to wait.