Birds

can't jump, can't fly, 'cause i'm tethered
chained to the ground my soul feels weathered
is it better, that i can't grow feathers
i'm looking to the birds and i'm writing down this letter
i'm fettered to limits of my sinful flesh and bones
the key to my restraints are revealed in what i know
if i just turn around and admit it to myself
that i need a savior now, i'll be lifted from this hell
*i wanna fly, i wanna fly, i wanna fly
can you lift me off the ground?
i wanna fly, i wanna fly, i wanna fly
please save me, save me now
why am i still here, no i haven't moved
even though it's obvious the solution is through you
if i'm honest to my unreserved thoughts
then i'll notice that everything i've got
is a product of blessing from the Father
overflowing my cup with living water
so that i will never thirst again
for the things of the flesh once alive are now dead
but it's just knowledge
void from application, or any kind of solid
proof, that my concern is aloof so
i look too the sky begging you for more truth
but it's just knowledge
void from application, or any kind of solid
proof, that my concern is aloof so
i look too the sky begging you for more truth
*i wanna fly, i wanna fly, i wanna fly
can you lift me off the ground?
i wanna fly, i wanna fly, i wanna fly
please save me, save me now