Flying high, so high like a butterfly.
We can dream of things here up in the clouds.
Build our reference for interaction with
Life down on the ground below.

Below the stars, the place I have come to stay.
Wish away the clouds for a sunny day.
May I be a part of the world call
For this search into unknown?
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Finding in my mind all the distant lands.
There are no shortcut paths to the genuine.
Really I have been here all along,
And you just thought that I was gone.

Gone away to places too far to see:
Deep inside the caves down inside of me.
Wanting me to show them a way down through:
Contracted to find these truths.
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Soaring far, so far like I knew I would:
Claiming stake to our very human state.
I would come back down if it wasn't so
Luminous to see so high.

High above the world with a different gaze.
Searching for the questions that we don't know.
What if we could build out into the stars,
And come back with brand new heart?