built my coffin from planks of star-studded wood
gonna weave my shroud with all the colors of the sky
after the rain
i sit and feel the wind strike me in the face
telling me it’s time roll that stone away
can’t hold me down
these wings are meant for me to fly
so if you need me turn your face to the sky
people always said i’d amount to nothing
if you’re keeping track of me then who’s watching you
got a circle of hands to clutch
when your darkness is too bright
crush my feathers but my spine’s made out of stone
can’t hold me down
these wings are meant for me to fly
so if you need me turn your face to the sky
i’ll be the one
dancing with the wind
got a slow grind going on with a cloud
can’t hold me down
no matter how you try
these wings are meant for me to fly
you’ve got nothing left for me
so i’ll be on my way
if you need me look to the sky
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