Music and Lyrics by Porter Smith (ASCAP)
Is the history of the heart
Only blood upon the page?
Is it any different
Than it was in any age?
Every battle bloodier
When a bird is rattling its cage
No greater feeling in the world
Than the emptiness of freedom in hand
Is the future of the heart
Repetition of the past?
Was it ever better, best?
Are we never made to last?
Everyone is happier
When the wings are flapping high and fast
No greater feeling ever known
Than the emptiness of freedom in your hands