What would it be like to not be weighted down by fear?
To lift up off the ground, and fly anywhere but here?

To defy gravity at it's core, is the most amazing thing I dream.
But fear is what tethers me to this world, is the way it seems.

In the split seconds that I've cast it aside, I feel like I'm flying.
I feel at home in this world. Strong and courageous. It's undying.

Even now, I still soar above the clouds. I don't have to look down.
No matter the outcome, I've won, for I'm no longer pinned to the ground.

Through all of the darkness that has arisen, I finally see some light.
I can see a resolution. I see myself rising up through Christ.

And should I fail, I've still overcome. For I am no longer afraid.
Unafraid of what I don't know, and accepting of what comes each day.

I imagine this feeling is what it's like to be unchained. Free enough to fly.
It's what I've waited for since my birth. I've anticipated living my life.