I’ve always dreamed of flying,
but long ago,
my wings were clipped.
It wasn’t a seasonal trim,
but a severe tragedy
that felt like an eternal fire.

I’ve always dreamed of flying,
but long ago,
I was left to die.
I was on the ground,
lonely and broken,
but still alive.

I’ve always dreamed of flying,
and just a short while ago,
I finally believe I can.
My wings have grown back
bigger and brighter than ever,
because I found the wind.