high flying bird

the high flying bird flies above, you cannot see him from the earth, he sees as he flies, and knows as he sees, the masses below, there's trouble below, this high flying bird has no sense of time, for a thousand years he's climbing the skies, his brothers have burned, flown too close to the sun, but higher and higher, this white bird flies, this white bird flies, i feel you in my sleep, when the suns down, and the world sleeps below, you call across endless oceans, i hear you and want to fly too, there's no turning back as blue becomes black, the air becomes thin this flight begins, but the bird can still breathe, brighter than before, on celestial wing, this bird can now sing, this bird can now sing, i feel you in my sleep, when the suns down, and the world sleeps below, you call across endless oceans, i hear you and want to fly to,