Distance I will have of air
Overseeing the clouds below
I will be a bird flying with mechanized wings
How do I change the colors
Of my feathers so grown
So full on my wings and used
To say I flew from the south
To make my home on nests
Among the birds of prey
And hold strong
The fort of resolve and strive
To build firm foundations
I hatched an egg in these lands
But now I have to find my way
Back unto old winds
Old winds that gave me uplift
On these old streams I glided upon
When I was young
I will leave a part of me with old
And a part of me, with new
And between the two stations
I would be a bird
With mechanics-ed wings
Flying to and fro to places I belong
Mechanized wings
To places I belong
I will fly to places I belong
Nice. I like the flow. I like the images of old and new. And the idea of flying to places I belong. That's a great line.
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