Fall Without A Sound
The Art of Freedom: Awake Or Fall Again
They told it like a story
Something way up in the sky
Angels falling out of heaven
For the crime of asking why
I never quite believed it
Still it stayed there in my mind
Like a truth that lost its language
But refused to fall behind
Every land’s got its version
Every book its own refrain
Different words for something broken
Different ways to name the same
From the desert to the shoreline
From the fire to the stone
There’s a pattern in the telling
That don’t feel like it’s our own
We didn’t fall like thunder
Didn’t crash into the ground
It was quieter than breathing…
We just… narrowed down
Not a devil in the distance
Not a war we couldn’t see
Just a turning of attention
From the whole into the “me”
Something closed without a warning
Something small began to speak
And we learned to call it “self”…
While forgetting what was deep
Yeah we fell…
But not the way they said