We went from agony to ecstasy.
Flying through vivid dreams.
Focusing on the spirals of our vastness
We are classic in our own right.
We fight but get knocked down constantly.
Your reaction is the trigger for quiet possibly the greatest move you never made.
We all pay for our sins but have hope like the goats we all look up to.
Each one of them fell through struggle but climbed out, out of a ton of rubble.
Double down on yourself and keep striving.
We can go higher then the flyer blown by a breeze.
You got the keys.
Unlock the door and sore baby sore, Jeeez