Broken Wings

Feeling pretty fly, like I'm Peter Pan in the sky

But I ain't gonna Neverland

Till I die and reach the holy land

But until then, keep our heads high to the ski

Reaching for the upper hand

Pull us up higher Lord, and up open our eyes to the lies of the beast

Help us realize truth and reality, and we don't gotta act like they portray us to be

We are by all means, kings and queens, and we can be

Anything that we want to be, Faith's the key, so we decree

We are no longer slaves we are royalty

Ain't nothing pretty about these wings

But we sky high, like Maxwell sings