Grace the Sky

Fly free oriole fly, believe
Your time to dream has arrived

In sleepwalking society
A youth questions his role to be
A pillar, puppet a parasite
Get your head on right
As your heart takes flight
If the bird is free to fly
Then why my soul should I deny
If the bird is free to fly
Then why the wings of my soul should I deny
Oh bird of paradise
Let your colors grace the skies
And with courage on your wing
Rejoice freedom’s blessing
Come of age, turn the page
And your cage is
Now opened wide
The beckoning wind is high
You’ve got to soar into the sky
And reach for a better life

Fly free Oriole fly
Believe your time to dream has arrived
Now the time has come to fly, to fly
Fly away

So there I traveled along the guiding stream
Through a deep wooded valley, led within a dream
And just as the sacred tale had foretold
There, the rarest bird in the highest tree
Then it looked down and spoke to me

If the bird is free to fly
Then why your soul should you deny
Oh bird of paradise
Let your colors grace the skies
And with courage on your wing
Rejoice freedom’s blessing

Reach high into the sky
Drifing by
The white dove is ascending
Higher and faster than I’ve ever dared to dream
Fly, fly high, fly free
Carry me on your wing
Carry me home