I can ride in the clouds on the birds that we rule, But that isn't enough, and temptation is cruel. Though he flies where I will, still he's carrying me. I crave something more, I need to fly free!
I can stand in midair by the strength of my will, But that isn't enough, and it doesn't fulfill. For I tire too soon and I fall from the sky. And I don't truly soar -- I don't truly fly!
How it burns in my heart, this true passion for flight. How I yearn for the freedom the birds have by right. I would pledge my own soul if I could buy these things. Any price! Any pain! I would pay to have wings!