I'm feeling content.
Please don't shoot me down.
Flying high,
Caressing clouds;
I'm closer to the sun.
Yeah, I may be blinded,
But now I see the truth.
I feel the wheel
Of the wagon
That will bring it back to you.
My hope is coming nearer.
My dreams, among the stars.
I will sigh
For slipping once,
Having created these bars.
Now, in this air-ship,
I'm chiseling them away.
Steel reveals
My soul again.
I'll wake to a new day.
