I was born to fly, born to chase the sky,
Feathers in my veins, thunder in my eyes.
City lights below fade to black and white,
I ignite the night, turning sparks to flight.
Gravity a myth, doubt a dying star,
Every breath I take carves a brand-new scar.
Higher than the pain, louder than the fall,
I was born to fly—ain’t afraid to lose it all.