Why not ask a bird just how high freedom lies; br Or the wind, the direction of a sigh? br Or why happiness waits it's life upon a word, br And why the best of those must go unheard? br br Questioning the questions, br Of answers, so far away, br Lest we once forget br We soon live a different day. br br The dead must hear the secrets br We would wait our whole life for; br In cold completeness, they won't care br That you finally found that door.