The pain will come with the morning sun,
Will the night betray the day?
Blistered skin, withered from within,
Scratch to shed this shell away.
Will you know my name, or will I hang my head in shame?
Will someone take this tired skin that I've been dying in?
Will someone hold me to the light?
And if I die tonight, then take this broken man and wrap me tight within this brand new skin.
Watch me fly,
Freedom, like wings...and I will use them,
Freedom, like wings...and I will spread them wide.
Watch me fly,
Freedom, my wings...and I will use them,
Freedom, my wings...and I will spread them wide, and rise up.
One day my ashes will return to earthly slumber, spread far and wide across the desert and the sea,
Until then I will live each day in awe and wonder; look forward to each sunrise.
