flying The wheel has turned, the flame still burns No more hiding under the ice I'm but a song, the wind carries me on The bird of light shall rise
flying The wheel has turned The flame still burns No more hiding under the ice I'm but a song; the wind carries me on The bird of light shall rise
like flying The wheel has turned The flame still burns No more hiding under the ice I'm but a song; the wind carries me on The bird of light shall rise
