(Hans York/ T. Armstrong)      We never walked down the safest path   Which we would feel regret for   Standing on fences with our heads hanging down   With no risk to keep us open   One thing we have asked for   From those who we love   Is to keep asking questions   We'd rather stumble through this reality   Than fake perfect moments      Yes, safety is soulless   Freedom is dangerous   I need security   But there's no insurance   Can guarantee      We've kept our weapons for keeping the peace   But did they give us protection?   I find it ironic that what the lessons we teach   We don't give deep devotion      Yes, safety is soulless   Freedom is dangerous   I need security   But there's no insurance   Can guarantee      I remember in those places where life may burn short   It burned so much brighter   Celebration is chaos and oh, my soul may be lost   But when your world falls down   And there ain't no one who can show the way   When there's no one there who can lift you up   Guess what part of you got to say…