FLY! – the yearning fills our soul. FLY! – through night and make us whole. FLY! – the eyes that bring back light. FLY! – the wings that give us flight. All through the night the thought was borne, And round the neck its lock was worn. But life by night must wait the morn, When labor calls (melodious horn). Through night-bound hours in spirit lay, The seed that sought the light of day. Yet buried deep the longing grew, And waited to unfurl anew. So FLY! – without the fear of fall. And FLY! – beyond the prison wall. Then FLY! – until the dark is done. Oh FLY! – into the rising sun. Despite the tears the spark remained, A hidden fire the dark contained. By day it slept, by night it cried, A captive flame held deep inside. But when the horn of morning blew, The sealed and silent spirit grew. What once was chained beneath dark sky, Unclasped its grief and dared to fly. So FLY! – the thought that fills our soul. And FLY! – through night and make us whole. Oh FLY! – the eyes that bring the light. Then FLY! – the wings that give us flight. Then break the clasp, unbind the chain, Let earth and heaven meet again. No more in shadow shall we lie, For dawn has taught our souls to fly. So FLY! – the yearning fills our soul. And FLY! – through night and make us whole. Oh FLY! – the eyes that bring back light. Then FLY! – the wings that give us flight. Just FLY! – without the fear of fall. Yes FLY! – beyond the prison wall. And FLY! – until the dark is done. Oh FLY! – into the rising sun.
