We fly because we can,
We run because we must;
The leagues we hurry o’er,
The years turned into dust –
The masters of no fate,
The captains of no soul;
To fly is our recourse,
For we’ve no other
Goal
We fly because we can,
We run because we must;
The leagues we hurry o’er,
The years turned into dust –
The masters of no fate,
The captains of no soul;
To fly is our recourse,
For we’ve no other
Goal
Lovely rhythm to the words.