Bloom

We find when we're trapped in flight That broken wings won't fly so high We find some comfort in this life I would never turn my back Or like the season's change Fall from the branch I see the space between dreams and reality I feel the autumn breeze The bloom and bough of the trees I know these constants come with my perception change And I know that the winter comes and the world will freeze We find through the lines in lies That everything leaves and everything dies We find some comfort in this tide When the ebb and flow represents constants in life I had a dream last night And in that dream I took flight Far up over the clouds I will never come back down