I fly above as like on wings
These wings are though not mine
One Father's vigil and His will
Encrusted in my Mother's life
...all of His kind and neighborhood stand firmly in their line
I have two wings that are not mine
and thus there is some hope
Not hanging as a treason lord
on wind, bounce on a rope
I got two wings and fly above
then see things in my dreams
they are not mine but mine are these
two bold and well-built hands
