Birds fly high, up away in the sky
Bird within flaps wings in reply
I gaze and gaze deep in the sky
To catch sight, match its height
Where is the line that needs crossing?
Where is that flag I need move past?
Birds, still flying and forever will
Here on ground I’m waiting still
Often they come down for me to sway
I keep fledging my wings to fly away.
Beasts who roar, deep in the forest
A roar rises and buries in my chest
I see mortals living the lives I want
Things I fancied, or I’d have planned
Where is the map that I once had in my hand?
Where is that road that was laid here before?
Beasts, they can never die and never will
That roar within is kicking and alive still
One day these roars will echo all the way
I’ll pave those roads and briskly run away.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.