all of us were songbirds sunlight in the room sorrow replaced our joyous tune we must have tried to fly a thousand times i want back my old life a wind to carry me home birds need skies to fly in wyoming please be kind and let me go all of us were dreamers making our amends life becomes what we pretend songbirds looking for a place to land deserts in design hands reach out to catch us our turn to shine so divine heaven rests inside you fires now refine every bird and angel free to fly 