Resolution hinges on a breath after a series of struggles When questions become less defining and solutions have no silver lining When the battle has fallen to ultimate destruction With no momentary pauses for why it was all triggered And from all angles equations plus views, you still can't figure Resolution is the aftermath of that which could not be defined Hanging on a cliff with no options but to die, rewind or recline Compromising on earth to ignite what was written before you began Understanding that every rock created, eventually turns to sand Grandly accepting that in life's rythem, there is only one concrete plan That has nothing to do with blocks, hoods, anger, tears, retaliation or man Resolution is the fire in the sky left by a phoenix rising A caged bird lost, but still free Flying over a trecherous sea with no effort, gliding Resolution is the thought you cannot contain When city lights turn to magnificent heights And release has no echo of pain Resolution hinges on a breath that passes as quickly as an untangled life Its when you... (deep breath) It's gonna be alright, it's gonna be alright