You tell me I am freedom you call me power, glory. as if in my wings, my soul is kept. T'is not my flight story I am no man's symbol. You hunt and kill my kin never knowing they had names for status you wear them like a shroud and fill your beds with skins
I live to fear but fear to die how am I free? Say so that I may know far fearful is our lives, indeed. So when you see us soaring high ask yourself this: "Am I the killer, nigh?"