A bird born in a cage
will see only sickness
in the eyes of those in the skies

There is more to I
than meets the eye and I

I choose to fly

The cursed lies of history
demanding a future from me
and mining my attention span
my attention spans galaxies

There is more to I
than meets the eye and I

I choose to fly

Shadows of the hidden hands
piercing your hearts and minds
fighting over forgotten clans
and ignoring prudent signs

There is more to I
than meets the eye and I choose

I choose to fly