High Flying Bird

The high flying bird, flies above
 you cannot see him from the Earth
 he sees as he flies and knows as he sees
 The masses below, there's trouble below.
 This high flying bird, has no sense of time
 for a thousand years he's climbed these skies
 his brothers have burned
 flown too close to the sun
 but higher and higher
 this white bird flies
 this white bird flies
 I feel you in my sleep
 when the sun's down
 and the world sleeps below
 you call across endless oceans
 i hear you and want to fly too
 there's no turning back, as blue becomes black
 the air becomes thin, this flight begins
 but the bird can still breathe
 brighter than before
 on celestial wing
 this bird can now sing
 this bird can now sing
 i feel you in my sleep
 when the sun's down
 and the world sleeps below
 you call across endless oceans
 i hear you and want to fly too
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