Verse 1 I’m standing under starlight, In the rain of Disney moon, I’ve been standing here just too long, Wish the fireworks would start soon. I’m pondering life, I’m pondering night, I’m pondering the magic Of an archangel taking flight. But perched on the guy’s shoulder, Standing right in front of me, Is a small silver wing And the message: The wing was always free. Pre-Chorus Nobody gave it permission, Nobody opened a door, Nobody handed it freedom It hadn’t possessed before. Chorus The wing was always free, It only had to know. The sky was never owned By the ones who said, “Don’t go.” You can build yourself a cage, You can call captivity law, But you never owned the heavens, You never owned us at all. So open wide, remember, You were born for what you see. No one grants a wing its freedom. The wing was always free. Verse 2 I watched as my eyes caught Tinker Bell, As she sailed into the night. I lifted off — the guy dropped popcorn — As I sailed into the light. I met Tink there in the middle, She just giggled, “Michael, see? I could’ve told you all along — The wing was always free!” Chorus The wing was always free, It only had to know. The sky was never owned By the ones who said, “Don’t go.” You can build yourself a cage, You can call captivity law, But you never owned the heavens, You never owned us at all. So open wide, remember, You were born for what you see. No one grants a wing its freedom. The wing was always free. Bridge / Spoken Interlude Consider this: the wing. It is not attached to the Archangel. He has wings, but this is not one of them. It might have been. But it would appear... not. It would appear that the wing is, in and of itself... free. It can and does fly. Why? Because it is a wing. And... It was always free. Final Verse I watched an angel climb the stairs, One uncertain step at a time, Till something older than the cage Remembered it was meant to rise. And underneath the fireworks, With all that gold above the trees, I finally understood the message: The wing was always free. Final Chorus The wing was always free, It only had to know. The sky was never owned By the ones who said, “Don’t go.” You can build yourself a cage, You can call captivity law, But you never owned the heavens, You never owned us at all. So open wide, remember, There is more than what you see. No one grants a wing its freedom. The wing was always free. The wing was always free. The wing was always free.
