You choose, you choose to run than see the truth be revealed, Climb the tallest tree and get the furthest view. Yet be sightless in a world made for your eyes. I thought I knew, I swore I knew, But sour milk and honey, is not the taste of you. So I stare straight into the sun, With fists clenched, waiting, to take flight. This body is so heavy, this body is so heavy. So I stand, with blistered feet and bleeding knees, Because here nothing can touch me. I'd rather dive then know what I would be without. Rather hold the line at fear. *be still and know* That with one voice we'll sing together, together. Glory! Like the bee with out her queen, what am I with out my King? You choose, you choose to run than see the truth be revealed, Climb the tallest tree and get the furthest view. Yet be sightless in a world made for your eyes. How alluring are the legs, of the fall. But hold the line, I'll hold the line.