Standing here on solid ground I think of chances we dream of taking slowly moves into me now feel the ground beneath me breaking, father can you feel us falling will you come if you hear me calling, calling you to catch us and save us from the maniacal oppression that keeps us chasing the wind on our backs, the attacks of our minds our very own words filled with faithless emotion all that stops us from the fall for fear we're on our knees where we are crawling up and back again to the point of nothing at all.