There, a time when you fall back into the grace of tantrums,
There, a time when you talk like you need to be alone,
There, a time when your moments of truth were misaligned,
Stagnated as they found nothing valuable to pursue in impulsive manner.

How do you gain inspiration to do things the way you do it?
How do you cut the life out in a way that you are sure to succeed?
Crappy situations that happens over and over again,
Oh, there's a way out through all this.
Someday,
There will be a silver lining,
to the master of it all,
the Captain that holds the key,
the Captain that unwraps the package,
the Captain that unwraps the life that spur you on.

Freedom,
as it is.
Compulsiveness,
as you are.

We can be extraordinary if we want to,
the unthinkable might happen to tease us away,
but there is such a thing as salvation.
Salvation for the glory behind that one little boy,
that came from a manger.


Out of context, but.