Sometimes I curse that I was 
born a cripple 
to the sky I'm under 
bound by my two feet 
I walk the road paved 
by our evolution 
grinding my illusions 
this earth is not for me 

But in my mind's eye, 
a vision of ourselves 
in our cradle of dust and stone 

I nurse a single dream, 
a memory 
one I can't remember 
and I am not alone 
I wake from my 
suspended animation 
deprived of my creation 
just like a drone 

But in my mind's eye, 
a vision of ourselves 
as the blind leads the fallen 

Sometimes I curse that I was 
born a cripple 
to the sky I'm under 
forged to inprison me 
Somewhere in time I'll wreck 
these chains around me 
even those inside me 
blasting my way free 

But in my mind's eye, 
a vision of ourselves 
as we leave this time 
and place behind