Flying away like a bird
Soaring through the sky

Empty eyes with a heart of gold
No one knew what was inside

Fluttering aimlessly
With no real destination in mind

Patches started to emerge
Those patches, I shook to remove.

Looking down was not a way out
Nor was it the right thing to do

Birds do not need the wind to fly
They need the strength to be free

A bird has permission to
Soar the blue skies openly

A bird, it is what I call,
My soaring destiny