Prompt / 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
Tags
Haunting sonic, melodic, dynamic, driving Indie rock
Duration
2:37
Instrumental
No
Created
1/21/2026