Chains of Choice

Verse 1

You sit

And pout

Upon a wooden throne of salt and sand

The king of nothing but a shaking hand

You blame the rain because your shoes are wet

You blame the sun for shadows that you get

A coward hides behind a finger point

While rusted gears will fail at every joint

Go find a mirror if you need a ghost

To haunt the wreckage that you value most

You claim the wind has blown your house away

But you forgot to nail the boards today

I see a boy who fears to stand alone

A hollow heart inside a heavy stone

Stop acting like a victim in a cage

When you are just a blank and empty page

Chorus

We want to fly

We want to grow

But we reap the seeds that we choose to sow

It is our hand

It is our choice

Listen to the power in our little voice

Verse 2

The dirt

On hands

Is proof you tried to pull the heavy plow

But you would rather hide and take a bow

For work you never thought to even start

Because you lack a steady beating heart

The mountain does not move because you cry

The eagle does not fall out from the sky

You trade your courage for a pile of gold

And let your inner fire turn to cold

A man is built of iron and of grit

But you are just a candle never lit

You claim the world is out to grab your neck

When you are captain of a sunken wreck

You keep on crawling through the easy mud

While wasting every drop of noble blood

Chorus

We want to fly

We want to grow

But we reap the seeds that we choose to sow

It is our hand

It is our choice

Listen to the power in our little voice

Bridge

Own it

Take it

Build it

Make it

If you fall down do not look for a hand

Dig your own heels in the shifting sand

Verse 3

The end

Is near

For those who live a life of constant lies

And cover up the truth before their eyes

You think the deck is stacked against your win

But you are losing from the soul within

The wolf is coming for the lazy sheep

Who think the path is never quite so steep

The crown is heavy for a head of glass

Who watches every golden moment pass

I see the rot inside your hollow chest

Because you never put yourself to test

You whine about the weight of every task

While wearing such a cheap and plastic mask

Go back to bed and let the lions lead

A spineless worm is all you'll ever breed

Chorus

We want to fly

We want to grow

But we reap the seeds that we choose to sow

It is our hand

It is our choice

Listen to the power in our little voice

Outro

Stand up

Be strong

Admit when you are wrong

The choice is yours alone

Build a house or throw a stone