When you're certain that you doubt that you know your own mind
When you find out that your dream has been undermined
When you see clear as night that you can't make it far
By wishing on a godforsaken five-pointed star.
When you see by the light of your blown out wick
That it’s not what you think thats makin you tick,
That your life is not at all what its cracked up to be,
That you're floatin’ like a log in the middle of the sea.
Then you see whats not there and you fight for your dreams,
And you notice that their ocean has melted into streams.
Then you break from the lie that has made your spirit die.
And you feel that His power gave you wings that have flown
Past the sea, through the clouds and into the unknown.
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