(Paul Waaktaar-Savoy)

    Father
    My wings are clipped
    See the steps that made me trip
    Now I'm so lonely

    Mother
    Time's frozen flame
    Seem to linger in the rain
    Holding me only

    Like a river I'm flowing
    And there's no way of knowing
    If [bad word] or going
    I need something to chain me down
    But it don't matter
    My eyes have seen...
    For better
    Out of [bad word] green

    Mother
    I have gone wrong
    Work my fingers to the bone
    All I've been doing

    Father
    Proud that I am
    To be born into such hands
    Your love so renewing

    And I know I can lose it
    Part of life... you can't choose it
    As I touched the horizon
    It just felt like I'd die soon
    Don't matter
    My eyes have seen
    For better
    Out of [bad word] green