Those yellow wings that flutter,
those golden gates to freedom -
once again I look to another,
he is lost: I can’t see him.

Those yellow wings before me,
those yellow wings in a cage;
all the things you did for me
seem to get lost with age.

Those yellow wings inspire,
frighten, and dare me to dream.
Someday I’ll soar ever higher -
with yellow wings I’ve once seen.