With wings for hands, I'm born to fly
The stars so high, their light my guide
I spread them wide and soar the sky
I beat and flap, not just a glide
I'm flying strong, I'm flying free
My echoes map the hidden prize
I live to cherish every tree
No captive wings, I roam the skies
The beat of freedom flies so true
As wings that grow, mine surely do.
