• For a long time I have had wings to soar
    The fading memory of beginning from the floor
    Clouds in my path and a view of what's around me
    The fading memory of dirt and ash I used to see

    Starting from the bottom has made the sky seem gold
    The dream of one day flying has now since been sold
    I am the owner of what's beautiful and my own life
    I pilot myself with wings and determine my own flight

    The roots that once did bind me have since been broken
    I was shriveled like a seed with no water to soak in
    Now I soar high with the occasional rain surrounding me
    Free to drink as I please and be who I want to be

    I move fast and have no destination in sight
    I fly gracefully by day and sleep peacefully by night
    Where am I heading and when will this end
    I think I will help someone beneath me and make a new friend

    Push off of the ground with all of your might
    Push off of the ground and learn to take flight
    Come my friend and join me in the breeze
    Let me show you how it feels to finally be free