We are all born as birds,
Looked after by those who feed you,
We always look at the sky,
Anxious for the day we will fly,
But on that fateful day,
we either fly or fall,
Those who fly,
Never truly reach for the sky,
Those who fall,
are the ones who reach for the sky.
Looked after by those who feed you,
We always look at the sky,
Anxious for the day we will fly,
But on that fateful day,
we either fly or fall,
Those who fly,
Never truly reach for the sky,
Those who fall,
are the ones who reach for the sky.
