To fly by Timothy green 17 Lyrics

It's better to tell the truth
And to suffer the chains of man
Than to take up your alms
Fighting until the day is won

The night is won
A new day began
Make your choice
Lift up your hands

It's better to speak and admit
Imperfection not to transmit
Clocks tick and so do we
Sick and in need
But oddly free from control
Up to the stars we go

The day, the night
Away we fly out of sight
Taking our loved ones as we go
Looking forward to tomorrow
Locks broken
Chains stretched free
Family tree
And good company