Climbing The Air

The sun spills gold on the morning, Another day I can’t outrun. I built my tower stone by stone, With so much left undone. There’s laughter in the echo, But a shadow in the shine, I hold them both and know They both are mine. Still climbing the air, still reaching for something, The higher I go, the less that I know. But love is a whisper, the world is still turning, And I am alive, I am alive. I walk streets of my childhood, Steps lighter than before. I hear music soft and strange, In the hum of a closing door. I see beauty in the broken, Like a poem left unsaid, But every light I follow Leaves a little more unshed. Still climbing the air, still reaching for something, The higher I go, the less that I know. But love is a whisper, the world is still turning, And I am alive, I am alive. The past won’t call me backwards, The future bends like glass, And I breathe in the moment, It’s all that ever lasts. Cynics pray in their cathedrals, Dreamers fade like falling sparks. But if the wind still moves the mountains, Then I’ll meet you in the dark. Still climbing the air, still reaching for something, The higher I go, the less that I know. But love is a whisper, the world is still turning, And I am alive, I am alive. Still climbing the air, but now I am laughing, Not reaching for answers, just letting them go. Love is a whisper, the world is still turning, And I am alive… I am alive.