From the recording Front Porch Project Live
We’ve both spent time sitting beside aging parents, watching their worlds grow smaller as the years catch up with them. Those are quiet moments. Hard ones too. But they also show you something important about people. The human spirit bends a long way before it ever breaks.
Son first wrote this song while sitting beside a hospital bed at Highland Hospital, trying to make sense of that feeling. The song holds both things at once. The weight of the ground beneath our feet, and the stubborn hope that we might still find a way to fly.
Lyrics
Freshly clipped wings
And one hard fall
Back down to earth
Where I just don’t belong
And my flying feathers
Trophies I’ve lost
They’re just phantoms
I still feel on the ground
And I might not see the reasons why
Or understand why life would bring me so low
And I don’t believe it’s the season or time
To give up on flying for a life on the ground
The flying came easy
And my time in the air
made my time on the ground
Something I could just bear
And I might not see the reasons why
Or understand why life would bring me so low
And I don’t believe it’s the season or time
To give up on flying for a life on the ground
My story’s not over
My wings I’ll repair
And the wind again will be
My serenity prayer
Heart set on the sky
Feet bound to the earth
And the six feet between
Heaven and the grave
And I might not see the reasons why
Or understand why life would bring me so low
And I don’t believe it’s the season or time
To give up on flying for a life on the ground
To give up on flying for a life on the ground