Be the sky I long to fly throughnI'm a song for your breeze to singnI'm in this play without a partnAnd I stand silent, with my racing heartnnBeauty cries out to everyonenSo few ever hear her singnWe live to pray our souls out loudnYet we stand silent with a racing heartnnIt has its own life, it has its own sunnIt has its own God, it has its own gunnIt knocks at heaven's doornAnd opens it as wellnIt seeks its own truthnFinds its own hellnnI'm condemned to wander worlds apartnI stand silent with my racing heartnCondemned to wander worlds apartnI stand silent with my racing heartnnIn these places of my longingnBeyond isolation's doornIn realms of dream, I light the sparknMy soul shall burn beside my racing heartnnIt has its own life, it has its own sunnIt has its own God, it has its own gunnIt knocks at heaven's doornAnd opens it as wellnIt seeks its own truthnFinds its own hellnnI'm condemned to wander worlds apartnI stand silent with my racing heartnCondemned to wander worlds apartnI stand silent with a racing heartnnCondemned to wander worlds apartnI stand silent with my racing heartnCondemned to wander worlds apartnI stand silent with my racing heartnnCondemned to wander worlds apartnI stand silent with my racing heartnnI stand silent with my racing heart