Move

True hearts running free
Isn't this the way it should be?
But instead we tie ourselves down
embedded into the ground
By our own imaginations
Why can't we imagine freedom?
Why must it always be chains?
Life wasn't meant to be rushed through
Busy being busy
Not stopping to notice
How beautiful it could be
All the pretty little things
We just pass right by
Blind
Let's pick wild flowers
Walk barefoot in the grass
Lay on our backs, stare at the sky
Play in the dirt
Dance in the rain
Lets all forget the question why
let it go
Go running free
Free as a bird
Lets fly with these wings
Instead of staying perched
in our trees