Don't call me the prodigal son Because I ain't coming back I'll make it on my own
Let me walk my own path Don't worry about me I've got everything I need
I want to see the world through my own eyes Climb a mountain to see the sky Across the stars on the other side
One of these days I won't be around I'll rip my roots up from the ground With wings of feathers, string and wax I'll fly toward the sun Until the melt from my back
Don't tell me there's nothing left to find Nothing more than this I'll stumble and I'll fall But I'll find the strength to carry on
One of these days I won't be around I'll rip my roots up from the ground With wings of feathers, string and wax I'll fly toward the sun Until the melt from my backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
