learning to fly wasn't the goal
what use did I have for that kind of freedom?
all he wanted was someone to catch
I fought my instincts
trying to fall was much harder
when I already knew how to fly
so I tried to forget
after all, who wants freedom?
they said true love was being held in a cage
when he came I pushed myself to fall
and as his hands came to open his cage
because love isn't in being trapped
love is in the freedom of flying
and having someone who encourages you to soar