Looking back over the pages,
I'm surprised how much I've seemed to say,
While every day I still feel restrained,
Though I fall all over the page,

Looking 'round among the faces,
I try to find who knows to fly,
I know I can't but I'm willing to learn,
Or at least I'm able to try,

No one knows how to listen,
And though I am most guilty of all,
But still I put my ear to listen,
Yet, I don't hear anything at all,

So, my voice shatters through the silence,
Asking, "How can I reach the sky?"
I sit among my notebooks, think and wonder why I need,
To look around and always wonder why,

But then I find that there's a hidden kingdom,
That lays behind the words I've written down,
And maybe I will find my hidden kingdom,
When I listen out for the sound,


Looking 'round among the pages,
I can't decide now where to turn my face,
While every page is filled with directions,
I still can't decipher the place,

Looking back down the silent hallway,
And wishing that I could be in the sky,
I can't help but doubting the silence,
So, I'll find my own way to fly,

So, I construct together,
My notebooks to form a pair of wings,
And as I stand here facing the silence,
I am prepared for anything,

But then the voice calls out from the silence,
The music lifts me right through the sky,
I leave behind my notebooks for a wanderer like me,
Who'll look around and maybe wonder why,

And I will fly up to that hidden kingdom,
And lay my pages down once and for all,
And listeners will find their hidden kingdom,
When they listen out for the call.