The Box
words & music by Ryan Hicks
special thanks to Marcia Hildreth

It's hard to listen when no one hears
Nobody feels what I am saying
Voices with choices are racing again
And the weather in my head … keeps raining

Which way to go is in every direction
Colors keep changing inside my painting
Insecure tendencies keep stopping in front of me
Pacing again … I am waiting

Here comes my one more time
To get out of what I got into
Releasing the aim I am right on the mark
The arrow flys true

I'm out of the box and flying into the sky
Rising up and over the wall
Freedom feels good in wind as I glide
High above it all
There are no shadows of fear way up here
Comforting currents of air
Deep in the distance, horizons are clear
Breathing above midair
I am breathing above midair