Clipped wings.
Arms Wide.
I will fly.

In sickness and in health.
In good moods and bad.
When I’m up and when I’m down.
I will fly.

You tell me I can’t do better.
That little voice in my head.
It says you cant soar,
That you will fall.

But through the foul and the great,
I will fly.

I’ll show you,
I’ll fly high.