Closing my eyes and holding them tight. Feeling my pulse as it races through me. Taking a step and hoping it's right. Praying momentum will not undo me. How many things do we know for certain? How many times can we fly this blind? I can pretend that I've never hurt. In Time I'll forget, and perhaps I'll find Air.
Everything good must come with a cost. This I believe, as I live to prove it. That which is found must once have been lost. If there's a wall, it takes work to move it. Here comes a chance, and I'm lunging forward— Making a vow that I will not fail. Thousands of men have approached this point Without ever venturing to inhale Air.
Here's what they call a crossroads. Here is where life can start. If I choose right, it's fortune. If I choose wrong, it's my broken heart. Some people call this panic. Funny how I don't care! All I can think is how much I need the air! This air! This air!
Filling my lungs, I'm filling with might. Facing the facts, I know what my choice is. Inside my head I hear what is right. How can I lose if I trust these voices? This is the vision I must have guide me. This is the courage that makes men grow. I am aware of a breath inside me: Take it or leave it. I finally know it's there. Life will provide the air.