Migrations Lyrics

The birds fly

Gently obscuring our own shadows

Delicately driven by the wind

Calm and ferocious

Turning to places never seen

To find themselves with the passing of time

My feathers

Are burned

Bright and glorious

Cold and brittle

I need to land upon my feet

Before I can walk this earth

How many times must our wings

Get clipped by the circumstance

And we vow we will sail the skies

Again

My feathers

Are burned

Bright and glorious

Cold and brittle

Show me an ocean that's filled with tears

Show me a dream to fill with years

Show me an ear to fill with lies

I'll show you the tears

That fill these eyes

Listen closely and I will speak to you

Of dreams of flight

Emotions run tattered

Like the nest from which I fled

Migration routes are surely

Etched within my head

Time to take my first step

Then I'll learn how to crawl

Then I'll walk proud and tall

Then I'll go through it all over again

Until it ends