My jesses are fear and my hood my own lies,
My wings pinned to ground by my thieving.
Each evening I swear that tomorrow I'll fly,
But each dawn breaks not believing.
I'm a mouse among men, with no goals, no dreams,
No reckon of right or of wrong.
But a magical maiden, more real than she seems,
Fills my soul with the glory of song.
Ladyhawke! Ladyhawke! Fly bravely on,
Wings spread at each morning's light.
Ladyhawke! Ladyhawke! From dusk to dawn,
Teach me the magic of flight.
I feel strange lending help when I don't even know
Where she's headed or where she has been.
But my heart answers, "Yes!" before my head says, "No,"
And, too soon, I am drawn in.
But it's not just her beauty, for beauty I've seen
('Though she outshines what beauty I know).
It's the faith she can place in the truth of a dream,
The good she believes I can show.
Ladyhawke! Ladyhawke! Fly bravely on,
Wings spread at each morning's light.
Ladyhawke! Ladyhawke! From dusk to dawn,
Teach me the magic of flight.
I know I will always be weighted to ground,
'Though the path of the birds I admire,
But she makes me believe in the promise I've found
Chasing flight's dream ever higher.
For "unheard of" means only it's undreamed of yet;
"Impossible" means not yet done.
And the magic I've seen here I'll never forget,
The miracles love has begun.
Ladyhawke! Ladyhawke! Fly bravely on,
Wings spread at each morning's light.
Ladyhawke! Ladyhawke! From dusk to dawn,
Teach me the magic of flight.