High
It’s hard to go that high
Because then you can come down
And hit the floor
And it feels like everything
Because
You were flying
With the birds in the sky
To hit the ground
With your face first
Yet
If you didn’t fly high
You wouldn’t hit the ground
And if you never left
You would have never flown
And known the taste of freedom
Of pure
Relentless joy
So the pain
The aftermath
Is worth every fall
Every tear
Because
That joy was so grand
So let us feel
Feel it so deep down
And do it all over again
Así es la vida
For
This is life…