Bird

A bird flew high, touched the sky

Going home

But they all said it wouldn't

Make it

They don't think you're ready, ready to begin

Saying there's too much trouble where you've been

They don't know you're steady, found your way within

And that you're mended, healed your broken wing

Winds stood against the rain

Bouncing off

But some will always doubt a little bird

Breaking out

They don't think you're ready, ready to begin

Saying there's too much trouble where you've been

They don't know you're steady, found your way within

And that you're mended, healed your broken wing

And you fly and you fly and

Going higher and higher

Higher and higher

Higher and higher

A bird flew high, touched the sky

Going home

Going home

Going home

(Going higher and higher)

Going home

(Higher, higher)