maybe our eyelashes are vestiges of feathers
and we've only forgotten how to fly
maybe our wings will be born of these ashes
and our range limitless as sky
with all that you are and all that you do
your big bright light shines through
and we've only forgotten how to fly
maybe our wings will be born of these ashes
and our range limitless as sky
with all that you are and all that you do
your big bright light shines through
