Kelly Boesch - Quiet Rebellion

It's a quiet rebellion, a soft kind of war
To be something the world hasn't tasted before
There is a fire in the fold, a grace in the strange
I am ink on the page that refuses to change
My heart beats to pulse that I wear on my sleeve
I only tell stories that I want to believe
I'm a bird made of paper, a boat made of breath
I'm dancing on the edge of a beautiful depth