Once I had wings and I flew all night
Only to touch down right where I first took flight
The coin in each little hand is stolen
And my ivory wings are broken
I've no regret
Just a need for change
With my head in the clouds I promised not to come down
But gravity took hold to spiral me back home
Fashion me in no particular color
And fasten me to no particular tradition
I'm not the same
Take me to a higher plane