Run.
They told me, I would never fly.
my wings were too small to even try.
They told me, it's best to stop dreaming.
it's been too long to even believe in.
My eyes are open though,
to what I cannot see.
I'm ready to soar again.
The whispers don't bother me.
I wanna run to the ocean.
I wanna fly to the sky.
I wanna run to the ocean.
I wanna fly to the sky.
Daddy told me I was dying.
There was no hope, and to stop trying.
They told me, my direction.
That they didn't believe my calling affection.
My eyes are open though,
to what I cannot see.
I'm ready to soar again.
The whispers don't bother me.
I wanna run to the ocean.
I wanna fly to the sky.
I wanna run to the ocean.
I wanna fly to the sky.
I will follow the leader
downtown, downtown.
Yes, I will follow the leader,
down, down, downtown, down.
I wanna run.
I wanna fly.
I wanna run.
I want to... fly.
To hear this song at this point in my life.
Wow.
The clarity I feel now is amazing, however boring.
Did I mention that I love piano music?
Well I do.
It's a blessing.
"Run - Clayton Risner"
go get it.