You think for a second that this could be the time,
No more waiting in line for what you believe is yours,
No more closed doors or negative comments
Ringing in your head while you’re lying in bed,
Breathing in the moonlight, thinking this is just right.
This is just right, you say again, to properly hear each word,
And they sound like hope, a hope you’ve never heard,
So all of this is right, and all of this is good,
And still you cannot leap, even though you know you should.
Everyone is waiting, yes, everyone’s on the ground,
Imagine their disappointment when they look up
And they’ve found someone who can’t trust herself,
Who believes she cannot fly.
Did she ever believe in herself,
Or was it just another lie?