Freedom isn't Flight

Inspired by Icarus & the music of Benson Boone who I would love to see bring this to life

I’m staring at the ceiling, tracing cracks across the blue,
Dreaming of a version of myself I never knew.
The clock is like a hammer, hitting nails into the floor,
And I’m just a shadow, pacing back and forth the door.
I thought if I could vanish, if I could just slip through the seams,
I’d find a better life inside the static of my dreams.
But every time I reach out for a spark of something high,
I feel the heavy anchors that are tethered to the sky.
And I cry... "If only I could rise..."
Oh, lift me up past the clouds and the gray,
To the edge of the world where the shadows play.
But the higher I go, the more I understand—
That freedom isn’t flight; it’s learning how to land.
It’s the weight of the heart, it’s the dirt on the hand,
No, freedom isn’t flight; it’s learning how to land.
I’ve walked a thousand miles in a mask I didn't choose,
Playing out a story where I’ve got everything to lose.
They say we’re "thrown" like pebbles in a cold and crashing sea,
Just a ghost in a machine, wondering who I’m meant to be.
The memories are thorns that try to keep me in the past,
Building up a kingdom that was never meant to last.
But in the quiet shiver of a long and lonely night,
I’m the only one who’s ever gonna turn on my own light.
The wind begins to scream, it’s pulling at my sleeves,
I’m rising like the smoke, I’m dancing like the leaves.
I’m finally off the ledge, I’m finally in the blue,
Leaving every heavy thing I thought was ever true.
But the silence up here... it’s a terrifying sound,
I’m a king without a kingdom, I’m a sky without a ground.
I reached for the eternal, but I only found the cold,
And I’m missing every story that the dusty earth has told.
I was the ghost who walked while still unknown,
I was the specter haunting my own bone.
I thought the cage was made of skin and time,
But the cage was just a ladder I refused to climb.
So I’ll take this breath, and I’ll take this pain,
And I’ll learn to love the falling of the rain.
Freedom isn't flight...
It's learning how to land.