How often have I hurt myself
From flying away from places
How often did I tell myself
I'm not what I used to be anymore
My wings are so real
Wings so beautiful
Gleaming in the sky
No matter how strong
No wind can blow me back
I'll fly far, far away
And smile on the way
Even in the days to cry
I will fly till the end of the world
On these truthful wings
Flying to the place I've dreamt upon
Flying, to the place I long.
