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I'm tired of trading, function for form.

Responsibility for desire.

And I'm tired of making, these ends just meet.

My spirit cries for something higher.

Something higher, something higher.

It's like a fire, that burns today.

Something higher, 'cause I'm a flyer,

Sure would be nice, to fly from here today!

Why give me wings, if I wasn't meant to fly?

Why give me tears, if I wasn't meant to cry?

Why leave this hope, if I was never meant to try......

for something higher........

I'm tired of drowning, beneath these rains,

that fall from a mortal sky.

I'm tired of hearing, the whispered refrain,

of my spirit as it cries...

For something higher, something higher.

It's like a fire, that burns today.

Something higher, Join the flyer,

Sure would be nice to fly from here today!

Why give me wings, if I wasn't meant to fly?

Why give me tears, if I wasn't meant to cry?

Why leave this hope, if I was never meant to try......

for something higher........