The Gravity Of This Is Heavy

Does gravity really exist? Maybe there's something our seeing eyes missed If I told you it doesn't to your face, to your eyes At this point would you see truth? Or immediately write it off as lies? Is there something holding us down from the skies? So we can jump up and still make our role reprise? Or is something tugging on us from below? Like an itchy chalkboard, the nails pull, painful and slow Does anyone really know? We can't say this force exists for a fact But we see these circumstances, how objects react We use our minds to believe what we see Even though We don't know What we see Might not be