Gliding high,
Soaring wide.
I've got these wings,
By my side.

I may fly,
Or I may die,
But I'll take a chance to see
The sky.

Feathers ruffled,
I fall silently.
No fear because in the end
I'm going up.

My voice is muffled,
I cry quietly,
Nothing left to defend,
I shrivel up.

It's not a gift,
Not even near.
My feet will lift,
But not my fear.

And who's to tell,
Who is at fault,
When even hell is
Locked in its own vault.