One breath in, one breath out.
Something I can't do without.
But there lay the opportunity--a chance.
Which I dismiss, simply at a glance.
Why try at all, when you can glide through?
That's not what I thought, when I first flew.
Everything I had, that's what I gave..
..then one day, I became a slave.
Why try at all, when others want to see you fall?
The first time I flew, I stood ten feet tall.
Tried my best, I really did..
..but all my confidence hid.
Why try at all, when it's all gonna be buried in the sands of time?
When I couldn't fly, regardless up the mountain I'd climb.
So I'll keep going, no matter what lies beyond the silver door..
..soaring into the skies, or falling down, onto the floor.