You can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flames
you have to cross the line just to remember where it lays
you won't know your worth now son until you take a hit
you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in it
You can't fill your cup until you empty all it has
you can't understand what lays ahead if
you don't understand the past
you'll never learn to fly now until you're
standing at the cliff
and you can't truly love until you've given up on it
... it's not too late I have the rest of my live
