Verse 1)
The flight of birds, the poetry of words, the form of herds,
As wind flows so does time, as life changes so does mine,
As everything becomes so much more, we can only pity before,
As the plane soars, into heavenly shores, to the tune of doors,
Verse 2)
A miracle of life, was and is ours to behold, our story forever told,
We lay witness to ourselfs, a act no thing has ever known, to give it up would be sin,
Tomorrow the future awaits, no toll at the neon gates, a destiny of a billion fates
Hate only ever complicates, it must be love we purchase, we protect, we care for.
Chorus)
That bird flies over moutains and violent seas, as easily as we speak our name,
It is it's calling, it's destiny, as to create our future is ours.
We tender the most noble and sacret of quality. intellect. thought. dreams.
We are the sailors of the stars, the riders of the storm, the breakers of bars,
We head into a promised tomorrow open eyes, as we break free of earth into burning skies.
Verse 3)
