Provisions

Light too dim to see my feet
Vacant faces and blank concrete
Fruit of the fields and of the trees
Vacuum sealed to meet our needs
I stay in bed but I barely sleep
These provisions keep me alive
When it's easier to die

I felt the sky and seen its breadth
Swam the seas and felt their depth
I've carried on to see my family depart
I've lost my love and I lost my art
Please don't take away my heart
I know the truth but keep it inside
Because it's easier to lie

I've lost 6000 days in the dark
5000 hours on guitar
A billion beats of my heart
In my time
I've seen disease and age take its toll
Men die lost and alone
A heroes' deeds go unknown
In my time

And I just want to touch the sky
And I just want to touch the sky

10 feet of iron and concrete
Which is three more than we actually need
Buried grave-deep in earth that's asleep
I am the king of an unwanted keep

Freeze-dried, dehydrated, salted
Our meals are as bland as can be
One step cold-prep only twice a day
It keeps us going but keeps us lean

I've seen the pictures and read the books
I know of past things yet unseen
Plants, animals, weather, and stars above
And knowing what the surface will be is key

My head is pounding from the air recycled
It's barely enough to breath holding
The breath of death in my throat always
Threatening that it will leave

Time has been my cruelest companion
Watching me deteriorate
It's time I forged my will of iron
It's time I owned my fate

I've learned to bend so I won't break
I've learned to hold my own
Every moment a captive for me to master
Every skill practiced and honed

And I just want to touch the sky
And I just want to touch the sky

Sunder the locks and fell the gates
There's no time for me to wait
Don't even bother to look back
Freedom was always in my grasp
So heaven rise up like the tide
All of my enemies run and hide
Even death is on my side