Wings will fly us from histories

We'll look down on them like tops of trees

They’ll become small as we become free

As we become free

Cast your fears to the rising tide

Beak to chest, not a blood-soaked knife

We'll we our waking hours to our dreams

We'll walk our wisdom without a leash

Walls are weak when a bad wolf breathes

When a bad wolf breathes

Fast your tears and surprise your eyes

Beat your chest on the soul’s dark night

And I'll be your pelican

Bring the lies, I'll unpack the truth

I'll pull the ugly words out from the root

They'll disappear as we come to bloom

As we come to bloom

Cast your fears to the rising tide

Beak to chest, not a blood-soaked knife

Fast your tears and surprise your eyes

Beat your chest on the soul's dark night

And I'll be your pelican