I could fall through the ceiling

Have you ever floated away on the never-ending stream of having nothing to say

Ive walked through halls without any doors

Ive seen the cracks under the floors

I know there are places that I'll never go, and I know that I cant mend what you cant sew

however we lay in struddled sunlight, tossing and turning and none too bright

but why the hell shouldnt we have fun, toss the die and see what comes

theres never a time to skip, never to glance, never to run, never to shine, to be blind

We have to grasp and roll and giggle and cuss,

there will never be an end to something we cannot begin.

We've got to do today what has never been done,

I could fall through the ceiling and shatter that sin.

How could we know what the fall would be like, if the glass would turn and glitter and strike

the cold tile floor as I do the gravity dance, never climbing, never rising, not one more chance.

or would I unfurl these rags and make of them wings, to catch the breeze and rise up so high

to reach the place where the choirs sing, and peer down at the ground and that one little fly

Who never could jump but wanted so bad, to rise to the sky and shine as I had

to that fly I would say dont clip your own wings, dont cling to those things

just climb to the edge

of that shadowy ledge

and let yourself glide

dont try to hide

the beauty inside

the blush of a bride

for taking a side

for not having lied

for being pure and never ashamed

knowing that you cant be blamed

Then I would turn, seeing the edge of the things I couldn't learn.

And I would fall, my wings torn and shabby, once more the rags from which they were made.

hoping only, on that endless fall, that you would see in me something worth saving.