Lyrics: Cara Jones
Music: James Shimoji
Life has rendered us fearful and weak,
In the face of brothers appear as we.
Hearing more what they have to say,
Than how we are passing our precious days.
Gently rocks the anchored ship,
Rare is the one who will venture down.
Better that we should try and fail,
We might discover the riches there.
Time must mean nothing at all,
If you refuse to let go.
Painting your story across empty skies,
Puts meaning into your life.
He who steps off the beaten path,
Is glared at by others with critical eye.
Choose to let your days fly away
Or taste for yourself what its like to fly.
Time is precious and time is now,
Standing still is a dangerous risk.
When you wake up and days are few,
And you are left mournfully wondering how.
Hours tend to flicker by,
Lives are ships passing in the night.
Leap with faith that the landing's soft,
And do what you dream while you have the time.
Time must mean nothing at all,
If you refuse to let go.
Painting your story across empty skies,
Puts meaning into your life.
Lonely, given no one's around,
So I spend it feet on the ground.
Better that we should fly and fall,
Than never know how to fly at all.