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Lyrics
The clock ticks on and here I stand
Arrested in this foolish plight
My fears a sentry at the gates
Need to jump before I hesitate
What am I to be
No more than that little boy
Flying blind and thinks he’s free
The sun won’t melt these wings
The cracking dawn calls me to flight
The ocean beckons beneath
The zephyrs roar in my ears
Woe to you who yearn for more
What am I to be
No more than that little boy
Flying blind and thinks he’s free
The sun won’t melt these wings
I will soar these skies
I’ll defy the gods
And taunt the sun
Shiver and shake off these doubts
What am I to be
Flying high and free
What am I to be
Flying high and free
The sun won’t melt these wings
Details
GeneratedJan 21, 2026
Duration2:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
Haunting sonic, melodic, dynamic, driving Indie rock
Credits
Prompt by
SacredandProfane
SacredandProfaneModelAria v5
