I’ve been bound to the ground
For so, so long
Oh my wings
Oh my wings

I long for my freedom
I damn these roots of safety
Oh my wings
Oh my wings

I crawl to the mountain
Pray and pray and pray
And my heart nearly flies
But my feet are blackened anchors
They will not leave the ground
And my soul is torn in two
Oh my wings
Oh my wings

I have tasted faith
I’m tired of my impatience
Oh my wings
Oh my wings
Oh my wings
Oh my wings

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