Texty: Halfway To The Moon. Find Echo Lawrence.

Launch these paper airplanes in the air
Watch them soar
Watch them glide
Just like us they have no destination, or a time they will arive
So wave wave wave goodbye
They will crash
They will crash in to the grass, and they are never coming back

This is a send off, this is goodbye
And I am so far from the mind I've made up...changed and said that
I'm too far gone to crawl back now
I'm too far wrong to make this alright now

I have written letters God
I've poured my heart out, grasped at straws
Is it ok for me to search my soul?
Is it ok to not do what I'm told?
To find out who I am
Is it ok?

Got two hands that haven been broken, haven't used them for years
Got two eyes that barely open and can't hold back the tears
I've got questions...see hear, I've got questions
Got this heart that closing up and pumps all the fear
Got this mind that holds me back and I will never get near this
I'll never get near this

Come down now I'll make this right
Come down now, you're much too high

I have written letters God
I've poured my heart out, grasped at straws
Is it ok for me to search my soul?
Is it ok to not do what I'm told?
To find out who I am
Is it ok?