• Because I can't rely on anybody that's chained to the Earth,
    Because my spirit's born to fly but shackled to this dirt,
    Because the voices lift my own through silent nights,
    I need to stretch, I need to go, I need to fly, and I
    Need a hand to push me to distant, calling lives...

    Calling... to you...
    Though I can put on a masquerade to hide forever, anyone can do it,
    I just don't have the heart they need for me to go through with it.
    These bonds of inanity, that're forcing my spirit to insanity as I
    Coldly get herded under Reality's bullet and proceed to die,
    These bonds force open those doors that blocked me.
    I was restlessly seeking, I was ceaselessly fighting,
    For wings that were condemned to another prison

    Away... from me...
    I'm calling thee.
    As I reach for you,
    Please reach for little me...
    I don't want to be a distant star,
    But I want to be like a bird, to be...
    I want to be me, and completely free...


    So,

    Please,

    Will you help me?

    I'll fly all the way home, If you'll let me.